A Fly-by-night writing of meandering verse. . .
An annoying fly, the little bugger,
alit upon my nose
posturing gesture of his arrogance,
scoping my behavior, I surmise,
with his hundred beady eyes.
I took aim –
yesterdays unwrapped unread Chronicle
close at hand
weapon on demand –
eyes crossed upon his flicking wings
mocking me.
The wind whistled –
smart bomb taking out the target
tip top aim
crushing blow –
Amazing show.
Blood splattered everywhere
fly laughing in the air
happy as a lark
that I had hit his mark.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2006-12-10 at 18:12
Tags Blood Death Humor
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The Fly
An annoying fly, the little bugger,
alit upon my nose
posturing gesture of his arrogance,
scoping my behavior, I surmise,
with his hundred beady eyes.
I took aim –
yesterdays unwrapped unread Chronicle
close at hand
weapon on demand –
eyes crossed upon his flicking wings
mocking me.
The wind whistled –
smart bomb taking out the target
tip top aim
crushing blow –
Amazing show.
Blood splattered everywhere
fly laughing in the air
happy as a lark
that I had hit his mark.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 1503 times
Written on 2006-12-10 at 18:12
Tags Blood Death Humor
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