The victorious blue bottle

There was a woman who munched on a fly
She didn’t just swallow it like you thought,
She dished it up in a 3 course meal
and covered it generously in salt.
She smiled, she dribled, her beady eyes narrowed
As the writhing fly was pinned on her fork
She looked him in the eye, her malice apparent
Leaving the fly no time to talk.
The poor little fly
was giving up all flight
But mustered the energy
For one more flight.
We all know
That flies have a secret plan
And their excrement is left
wherever they land.
So with that the fly
bounced around on her tongue
and pooed on it everywhere
for a bit of fun.
But it just so happened
with a stroke of luck
the miserable old hag
Had come unstuck.
Earlier on in the day
on a dustbin up the road
the fly feasted on a pecan pie
until it felt like he’d explode.
The lucky thing
the fly never knew
was that traces of nuts
were in his poo.
So as the womans face
began to go blue
the fly smelt freedom
and out he flew.
As he reached the window
he gave a backward glance
the silly old crow
didnt stand a chance.
She ghasped and chocked
as if being given a good throttle
and so this is the story
of the victorious blue bottle.

The victorious blue bottle

racheltaylor

Joined January 2008

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