The Fly

A poem about the Fly

The Fly lurks around putrid matter
and delights in savouring human waste.
The dis-tasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table when we feast.

Author's Note

A poem about the Fly

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Nasty little things aren't they? Drawn to poop or rotten flesh and then they want to join you for dinner:) Have to admit I never leave any food uncovered in the kitchen. An interesting little write. And then yuk, the maggots. Least said the better. You have written well on a distasteful subject Joseph.

Chris

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This poem is a reminder of why I detest flies so much. Yes they have their place in nature, just like buzzards but smaller, still their very existence repulse me. Their vileness inspired me to include them in a story and poem once. I can't hate them enough, and yet find a compelling fascination for them. Thank you for your poem.