So, you thought you would,
Get by me?
You grimy little flies,
You thought you would flee?
Disease and bacteria,
On your tiny, gripping claws.
Moist suction pads,
Flesh tearing jaws!
On your belly,
Eggs and sperm.
You vile, disgusting,
Winged germ.
Flying over my food,
Dropping vomit and sheet.
Hairy legs, magots,
On your dirty feet.
But, now you’re dying,
Stuck on my tape.
Others behinds you,
Will meet the same fate.
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Author:
PoetVids (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2023 12:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I cannot stand flies! Can you tell? Read by a guest speaker! Hope the graphics are not too gross :)
- Category: Nature
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Loved the video. Flies have their own ecological niche - break up and consume decaying matter and aid in that decay.
Get flyscreens. They are annoying little buggers, aren't they?
I will get the screens, thanks. And, I have one of those tennis-racket-looking things that is powered by a battery to ZAP! Thanks DD. They are very annoying. 🙂
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