On A Mission…

Got into our home a fly,

He was such a big one,

This fly must have been a guy,

He did fly in my face,

Flaunting my flyswatter,

Making Rufuz jump,

And me to fall,

With flyswatter in hand, on my rump…

This fly he had his own agenda,

Causing havoc in this our hacienda,

So Rufuz and I decided, yes we made a referenda,

This fly he must go, no matter how slow,

We must catch him by all means,

Even if it meant ripping out our screens…

Finally, he did get caught, in the shower, and I thought,

This guy has to go, I have had his constantly being in my face,

I wanted to call SPLAT, but they were too far away,

So with my trusty flyswatter in hand,

I did approach him and follow wherever he did land…

Still took me quite sometime, a shower I was wanting,

Did not want to share my water and soap,

Finally did stun this creature or so I hoped,

Yes, YES, I was ecstatic; there he lay on the shower floor,

Almost beaten, almost at deaths door…

When I went to pick him up and throw him out the front door,

I didn’t, you see, want to kill him all the way, if I didn’t have too,

But he made me, I had no choice, he did try to flutter away,

On his back, in the hot water of the shower, he still had life, still a threat he was,

So as SPLAT would be proud, I squashed him with a paper towel,

No longer does he fly in my face, nor does Rufuz jump and snap,

His agenda beaten, no he could not make me, any longer, look like a sap…

    ed – 7/4/04 ~ poppy-written