The Little Fly Poem by Kelvin Rush

The Little Fly



The little fly sticks
To the white wet paint
It can't fly away
It's under restraint

I try to help out
I poke and prod
I pull off its legs
I'm a right clumsy sod

Saturday, May 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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