It was a beautiful summers evening,
The heat of the day had cooled,
So my lover and I sat in the garden,
Sat together,
Our love needing no words.
The swifts raced above us
High in the blue sky,
The blackbirds enthralling us
Enthralling us with their songs.
Beside me was my scotch,
Malt, of course,
I picked it up
And there in it
Was an interloper,
A fly was drinking it!
I wasn’t having this
So I hooked it out,
And onto the floor he went.
Not having a clue which way to go
He crashed into the wall,
Fell down a hole in the ground
Tried to fly out but couldn’t.
I thought serves you right,
I can’t fly either,
After I’ve had a scotch or three.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2018 01:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun. The music is amazing.
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
A fine write and clip Gold. Oh lol, you added no water to it. The fly would be unaffected if it had my scotch!
Thanks Orchi. That is so true about your scotch.
Ah gee - thanks for the smile.
My absolute pleasure Michael.
Great write. Funny for sure.
Thanks Heartwriter, just a bit of fun but the fly was in my scotch.
you always come out
with good poems
Thank you onepauly, you are so kind.
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