To The Fly

To the fly I would not cry If I watched you die. You have pestered me Wouldn't let me be Until vengeance is all that I could see. You've landed on my food You were very rude After you I had shooed. You buzzed in the air Without a care As I did angrily stare. You have landed on my nose You've walked up on my clothes So, I couldn't doze. You're on my window glass Shaking your tiny ass Showing all your brass. Peace I have sought And what I have taught But, you have not. As I now hold my swatter Soon you I will slaughter Then you'll be a tiny blotter. So, when you do die I will not sigh Goodbye fly. Randy L. McClave