No Fly Zone Poem by Ima Ryma

I can't believe that I am here
In the Oval Office, and am
With the President's eye and ear.
He seems not pleased with me - oh damn!
I see him irked, raising his hand.
Nervous, I try to settle down.
I simply do not understand
Why he calls me a nasty noun.
I get the Presidential swat,
Before I have time to say, 'bye.'
PETA thinks I should have been caught
And then let out of doors - this fly.

But alas, it is not to be -
To bounce my grandkids on my knee.