Perfidy is a fly
That simulates salmonella
Landing lazily on a stinking sty like a tragedy
With neither parachute nor umbrella
Contaminating any foodstuff
Its feet touch from any hair branches as its tentacles
Release bacilli with enough
Virulence in circles
That multiply malady
Inconvenience and impoverishment
To mess up the health of a lady
Though astonished suffers a punishment
In leaving her meals uncovered
To endure illness after illness
A fly painted scarlet red and discovered
Could disarm puny people and harm their happiness.
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