5. In The Eyes of a Fly

I definetely remember writing this poem on a sunny morning in 2005. There was a fly buzzing around my head and I could not defeat it, so I turned to my pen and paper instead.

June 2005- Olga Taratuta

In the eyes of a fly we seem so giant,
The fly is noisy, annoying and defiant

A bowl of delicious mushroom soup,
Seems like a burning pool of toxic goop

The piggy bank is very scary,
It’s an over sized pig! We need the military!

My cute little puppy, named Spark,
Is like an elephant that can bark

Don’t forget my kitten, named Fur,
She is like a jaguar that can purr

Sweet strawberry jam smothered on bread,
Is a sticky fluid that most flies dread

A candlelight blazing with fire,
Is not what most flies truly admire!

When they go near a TV they can get electrified,
When the mail comes they can get squashed by Mr. Tide

Now comes the ultimate death of doom,
It’s neither place, nor pet, nor room

It’s neither cat and neither dog,
It’s neither pig and neither hog

A flytrap! SPLAT!
End of story, that was that

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