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Fly fly -Fly Away

A fly in his                              

Short life

Grew up, fell in love

And found a good wife


Flying, buzzing around

Flaunting their six legs

Proud parents of

250 eggs


Theirs was a life

You would think so

But wait till you listen

To their unending woes


All the fuss

About their buzz

Their lifestyle

Declared vile


And if that was not enough

To make their life tough

They were even called self-invited bore

And were detested therefore


And every time they tried

To go near a batter

They were stalked

By humans with a swatter!


Where ever they went

People were so curt

But I guess that happens when you

Live in so much dirt…


About Soma Mukherjee

I often say things that put me in a jam, Jams go well with Buttered Toasts, Toasts are great hosts, Ghosts not so much, Although they can dance, Not all dancers are serial killers, Serial killers do not use Body bags that often, body bags aren't leak proof, Proof is in the Pudding.

6 responses »

  1. Raven of Leyla

    Who knew these creatures were so sweet?
    I have actually wondered about such creatures
    I watched ants working many times and flies or spiders.
    You have me thinking here, Soma 🙂
    You are so sweet!

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  3. ‘But I guess that happens when you

    Live in so much dirt…’meaningful and amazing.

  4. making the insignificant, significant! your poetry never fails to amuse and excite me!!!


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