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47. Summer flies © Bruce Goodman 22 October 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this week is an adaptation of the Vietnamese luc bat.) |
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Let me make one thing clear: It’s not been a good year for flies. It’s cold and each fly dies Before they can lay shit-pies and eggs Upside-down with their legs Stuck to the ceiling, pegged up there. I’ve a good mind to swot At the several I’ve got, but oh! I think I’ll let them go; Fly free, you flies, but know one thing: To pet cat food don’t bring An egg to make a single maggot. |