Eye Spy Fly Poem by Dale Mullock

Eye Spy Fly



I spy with my eye,
A pesky little fly,
Passing me by,
To swat it I try.

As the fly picks up pace,
Around the house I race,
Continuing to chase,
Him all over the place.

This fly goes here and there,
Flying on without a care,
While my arms flap everywhere,
And hands beat at empty air.

Around the kitchen I do fumble,
As I run, I trip and stumble,
Over and over I tumble,
As the pots and pans crumble.

After crashing dizzily to the ground,
With stars spinning round and round,
My head with a buzzing sound,
Where is Mr Fly to be found?

Well he looks to be well fed,
After munching on some bread,
As I nurse a lump upon my head,
Why didn’t I let him go instead?

So as he goes on his way,
To go off and play,
I turn to him and say,
Have an ever so good day!

(Written for Children In Need)

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