My War On Fruit Flies Poem by Bryan Taplits

Nowhere was there to go….
So tiptoeing around the swarm of them
I quickly turned and fought them toe to toe.
They didn't put up much of a fight
But none of them were puffy or slow
I slew most with my enlarged fly swatter
As for the remainder:
I wanted them to alert their hive of this show.
In the end, showing them no mercy- now or later
I decided to kill them all.
"After all, " I reasoned,
"Why wait for the end of the season? "
So I herded them into the insinkerator's jaws.
But there is just one thing that puzzles me-
it cudgels me-and befuddles me to boot
Why are they called "fruit flies.'?
I rolled my eyes
"When I don't have any dang fruit! "