Tickle my skin, would it be a sin to rebuff instinctual advances
A Swatter in my hand, life or death in my command, a fly dances
A lump a pulp on the floor, to be swept out the door, no more seen
Costlier though it be, can't one see 'tis better to put in a screen
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 6th, 2026 02:42
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Comments1
Great humour within this piece my friend alongside the title
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