Ode of a Fly

I walked on your hand, your nose and your ear.
Then flew to your glass and sipped on your beer.
In anger you swung, but with slow reaction
you tried to kill me, to get satisfaction.

But I escaped, I wanted to live
To land on your lip and annoyance give.
I thought it was funny, buzzing your head
to watch you get angry, to see you turn red.

You reached for a wire, red plastic on end
With this new weapon from me you defend
The words I remember spoke by grandfather
Of the dreaded thing, the red fly swatter

“Beware the swatter,” to me this he said,
“By time you see it, you will be dead.”
The plastic and wire your hands extension
I saw it coming with great apprehension.

I tried to flee, was too scared to fly
I saw red coming, thought I’d soon die.
Next thing I saw, a bright blinding light
I mustered my strength and took off in flight.

I flew to your head and crawled to your neck
I went to your lip and left a fly speck.
I flew to your eye that annoys you most
But this time it didn’t, ‘cause I was a ghost.

Jack Northrup
October 4, 2008

Ode of a Fly

Jack Northrup

Lutz, United States

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A poem to a man from a fly

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