The fly

This fly

Dive bombs me in the kitchen.

Raising the Times to swat it,

‘Die, fly! Die!,

I cried.

But hard as I tried,

I never got it.

I saw it again the other day,

Crawling across the floor,

Buzzing its short life away,

I raised the Times to swat it.

But I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t kill that fly.

So I closed the kitchen door

And left him to it.

Don’t ask me why.

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