Open Poetry #27 |
Fly, Sweet Fly (Repost for Poe Pot Pie) |
PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
There is a fly on the wall I want to swat it, And make it fall. Swung too slow, so I missed; It gets away, Now I am pissed. It flies for awhile then lands on my head I want to swat it, And strike it dead. Again, I am too slow It takes to the air, To where I do not know. Now I can’t think because I’m angry Until I spot him, Resting on the t.v. Knowing what must be done Without a conscious, I reach for my gun. I hold it tight and aim Meaning to kill, Not to maim. Before I fire, I allow a snicker I say goodbye, And pull the trigger. Now all worries have left my head The t.v. is gone, but I know, That the fly is dead. |
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El_Campeador Senior Member
since 2003-01-29
Posts 761Ohio, USA |
Glad you got that fly |
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Poe_Pot_Pie Member
since 2003-06-01
Posts 107Canada |
Yikes, you sure wanted to kill that fly! |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Got it! |
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