Lonely House-Fly Poem by saranyan bee

Three house flies
There were three flies in my room!
Three house flies,
Harmless by the groom!
I found them amusing,
I found them intimidating,
But I was scared my visitors will spot them.
Tell something bad about them.
About me being with them,
Being without work and being with them.
One fell in my tea cup
And died, the other I think I swallowed up
While yawning.
I didn’t want to kill the last one,
Raving inconsolably without the companion,
- Loneliness is a grueling thing!
He constantly pounded the stained glass window
petrified by imagination
like the water trapped in a reservoir.
They say the house fly has a thousand eye,
Which in my lantern’s orbit vainly vie,
My candelabras’d blind him, lest in darkness I lie!
Not the foolish loafer caving in my drowsiness,
Not the greedy diver in my pep-up brew;
I nevertheless swatted him with my mouse pad.
Because he didn’t let me sleep!
He didn’t die, the little creep!
Because the cat had eaten the mouse!