These damn flies






……Caught one out the air with just two fingers, warned it I was going to kill him and all his kind, if it’s tentacles touched another damn thing of mine’s. Another can of bug spray would be right on time, or where’s my swatter, it’s one on my toddler, oh why bother, they faster than a Harlem Globetrotter. One just flew from under your collar; look, they nibbling on the edge of your plate, another has drowned in your drank, and there’s more in your sink. The fact they be on excrement is my biggest complaint, better not leave that sandwich cause that’s Vegas to them, big as you are, you not even apex to them, they got the numbers, so what they can’t drive your Hummer.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2023 02:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Doggerel Dave.
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  • Doggerel Dave

    🤣I live in Australia. Is it you who keeps on sending them over to us?
    Dispose of them over there - don't keep on exporting them.

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