The B*****d Fly

The B*****d Fly

A Poem by DEAN FARNELL

Here we bloody go again
A fly's got In the kitchen
With racquets now electric
Its time to do some swishing

Its like being back at Wimbledon
Say Murray versus fly 
It zig zags from the fruit bowl
Cat food and the pie

I lash with fore and back hand
The b*****d has no chance
I'm dodging, swiping like a fool
Just In my vest and pants

The b*****d then flies up the stairs
I wont be beaten yet
Its on the bedroom window
And landed on the net

The neighbour see's me In my pants
I look just like a wally
Another swish a direct hit
As I catch It on the volley

I leapt around the bedroom
Like Murray on the court
But I get back to the kitchen
Again I am distraught

I thought the game was over
When that b*****d fly lay dead
But the match Is still not over
There's another on the bread

© 2016 DEAN FARNELL


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DEAN FARNELL
DEAN FARNELL

HENLOW, BEDFORD, United Kingdom



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