~> It Was, A Female Fly

Thad Wilk

Hubby:

Martha there was

a female fly 

on my dang phone,

no lie it's true! 

Wife:

Now Stan,

a 'female fly' 

tell me how you knew?

Hubby:

Martha that will

be easy-peasy

to do.

It was on my phone,

at least an hour or two! 

 

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  • Author: Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2024 09:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: A bit of poetic > 'fly' humor....
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 55
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  • Cassie58

    A fun write. You know there may be some truth in it too. My phone calls tend to be very lengthy, particularly when I natter to my sisters and friends. I enjoyed the humour here. On point πŸ™‚

    • Thad Wilk

      Hii Cassie!! 🐦
      Thank you poetess!! πŸ™
      A smile a day keeps
      you happy and gay! 😁
      I don't know about
      the gay part though! πŸ˜‚
      Best wishes 🌹 πŸ€— 🌹 Thad

    • Mutley Ravishes

      Do girls spend more time talking about life than living it?! Do boys spend more time thinking about life than living it?!

      • Thad Wilk

        Howdy my friend! πŸ‘‹
        Thank you!! πŸ‘
        Right on both counts! πŸ€” I thinkΒΏ
        Y'all have a great Thursday!! 😁
        Best regards ✌️. Thad

      • Doggerel Dave

        I found it fun: but with the honourable exception of Cassie above, you've only got yourself to blame.............

      • Goldfinch60

        Brought a laugh to me Thad and laughter is a fine healer in life, thank you.

        Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Most fun to read. The length was right, the timing was good and the subject was fun. Perfection

        • Thad Wilk

          Thank you my friend!
          I'm glad I could bring you
          a chuckle or two!
          Y'all have a grrrr8 day!
          Best regards, peace Thad



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