Gerard Taylor

Rookie (16/2/1967 / Birkenhead)

Fly - Poem by Gerard Taylor

A fly getting busy around my ashtray,
Getting dizzy on my smoke
Lands with a smash bang, as the little creature chokes
In the middle of my ashtray, getting high on nicotine
I think its safe to say this fly is definitely unclean.
Suddenly like a bolt it lands on my remote and changes the channel on my TV screen.
OH silly fly: what a pest you are staring at me kinda bizarre.
Go, move away, I am missing match of the day
As it lands now on my cup sipping my tea
I swipe at it with my tea-towel, shouting language so foul
Just leave me be, while I change it back on to ITV;

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 16, 2010

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