Shack Up, Snack Down Poem by Ima Ryma

Shack Up, Snack Down



The fly was busy having sex.
The bat was seeking a night snack,
And heard broadband buzz sound effects.
The fly asked for that bat attack.
And sure enough when sex was done,
And the fly flew into the air,
'Twas its last time for sexy fun,
Now the bat's internal affair.
So to avoid a bat's sonar,
A fly should try celebacy.
But that's just not how most flies are.
Bats are glad flies are so horny.

Why did the bat swallow the fly?
The fly just got that urge - that's why!

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