Poetry

Housefly From Hell
By Julia A. Keirns

There’s a fly in the house
Buzzing around
Driving me nuts
With his buzzing sound.
I get the fly swatter
It’s here in my hand
I wait and I watch for that sucker to land.
Then ever so slowly
I lift my arm
Intention to pounce with a flap
Down comes the thunder
I’m swift and I’m quick
But just not as quick as all that.
I swat with a vengeance
In midflight air
He moves lickety split
First he’s here, then he’s there.
Don’t get too comfortable
You housefly from Hell
For my house is not your place to dwell.

Copyright © Julia A. Keirns 

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