A poem I had to write about a fly in sixth grade, so don't judge me on the syllables and stuff.;)
I gave my brother mac and cheese, Along came fly-shoo, fly, please! When my brother left to play, I knew the fly just could not stay. I got the swatter, held it high, WHACK! Oh, no! I missed the fly! I crept along, in a warrior stance, Then spotted it on the house plants! I raised it high and swung; At last! But once again, Fly was too fast! I searched again, again in vain, Then it landed on Dad's airplane! A model, of course; just a toy, But still, it was Dad's pride and joy. I crept up, gave a THWACK! The fly flew past to Brother's snack! I see the fly, and give a groan. "All that cheese to waste," I moan. I scrape the food into the trash, Then I hear a frightful CRASH! To the living room! Away I race! That fly knocked over Mom's best vase! "That's it." I mutter, looking grim. "That fly's chances are looking slim." I find the fly, it escapes, and I loudly sigh, "Oh, how I absolutely hate that awful, dratted fly."
And then I swear, to myself, no matter what the cost,
I'll get that fly; then control is lost.
CRACK! SPLOOSH! GLUMP! THUNK!
The lamp, pillow, plant, and trunk!
Then BANG! SCREECH! BUMP! BONG!
The table, bird, couch, and gong!
RIP! SWISH! SQUELCH! WHAMMY!
Tablecloth, curtains, fish tank, and TV! The house is in tatters, and going back is too late, That fly dares to land on Mom's wedding plate! I take a swing and think, Finally! No more! But that pesky, tricky, fly, flies right out the door! My family returns, oblivious, speaking in merry tones, They see the house, turn shades of red, and then I hear their moans. Tears begin. My dad asks, "Who did this? Who, and why?" I look around, hide the swatter, and say,
(giggles) Really liked this! So true, how many times have I run around like a mad thing in the summer months, vainly waving the swatter at one of those infuriating creatures. Thanks for the laugh!
I thought this was an interesting poem. I know that chasing a fly like that must be exhausting and there's nothing worse than a fly landing on your food before you finish. I like the way you described the chase. It was done with such detail.