The bike and the fly

I was peddling my bike,
A fly flew in my eye,
I stopped,
Removed the fly,
From my eye,
A car sped bye.
Missed me,
And hit a tree.
A million leaves covered me,
Sneezing,
Pollen you see,
A sore eye,
A runny nose,
That dam fly,
The driver was mad,
Cursed and shook his fist at me,
I peddled away,
As fast as I could,
Well, you would,
Wouldn't you.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-06-07 at 17:26

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Kathy Lockhart
Absolutely!! I'm covered in a million leaves of "flickers" as each falls across the screen of my mind. I'm delighted!! Awesome!!
2016-06-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Outstanding!
2016-06-09