A FLY IN THE MASH
He’d nearly finished his mash and pie
when to his disgust he pulled out a fly
he pushed back his plate and rose from his chair
and beckoned the waitress standing near.
The waitress came over quite undeterred
as he held out the fly without saying a word
she gave him the bill and she firmly avowed
‘Fly-tipping in this restaurant is never allowed.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments1
You caught me totally off guard with this one Michael. I had expected the ending to be there would be no extra charge for the fly, or not to make a big deal out of it or everyone would want one so when the tipping issue came up it made me laugh that gets a fave
Cheers S = I might do a series of Fly tipping cartoons - someone giving advice to a fly, a lorry depositing a load of dead flies. a fly depositing rubbish, and Im sure I can think of a few more.
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