My swatting abilities stink! Really stink. Like dumpster on a warm day.
Yesterday I was so excited to have finally gotten a fly that had been harassing me non-stop in the kitchen, that I called my daughter over to see! As I went to get a paper towel and disinfectant she gasped. I hadn't killed it, but only stunned it. It flew away! My heart sank.
Fly
Want to swat you on the behind
Without invitation you have dined
Random flailing through the air
As you buzz without a care
Your name in our home maligned
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 2
PoetryA continuation of my Five Year Poem Plan, Part 1.
