Angela Wybrow (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)
On a hot and sticky summer’s day,
Our back door was opened a little way:
So, almost as bad as eating ‘al fresco’!
(My lunch, I’d just bought from our local Tesco) .
I was eating lunch in our dining room,
When, through the door, a fly did zoom.
A piece of chicken, I was sat eating,
When the fly and I had a meeting.
To share my lunch, he seemed real keen,
And he did insist on causing a scene.
To me, the fly seemed over-zealous:
Of my lunch, I believe he was jealous.
The fly, I thought, was really daring,
But, my lunch was not for sharing.
I didn’t like him flying so near:
This tiny creature showed no fear.
At the fly, I cursed and I swore,
And pointed out the way to the door.
My words, the fly did not understand,
And, on my food, he attempted to land.
To me, the fly was an annoying pest;
I prayed that he would give it a rest.
But, he continued with his mission,
And, so it was, that I made a decision.
Grabbing my lunch, I rushed to the lounge,
And shut the door, so that I couldn’t be found.
Away from the fly, I found some peace,
And, at last, was able to enjoy my feast!
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