Fly

Gross little insects
I’ve never liked them at all
Dirty looking things
Make my skin crawl

My view has changed
Just for today
Because of the one fly
I didn’t brush away

It landed gently
On the magazine
Always on guard
As it gave itself a clean

Both front legs together
Like washing hands in a sink
Looking out for danger
Nearly gave it a wink

With two clean front legs
Gave its face a scrub
Cleaned its rear legs too
Its wings a delicate rub

Moving like clockwork
Twisting in each direction
I like this little thing
Not with any affection

Something I’ve always despised
Tries to keep itself clean
Everything is here for a reason
I’ll try not to be so mean

Mark Scotchford © 26/07/2008

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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