or, Adventures Killing Flies

"I can't stand the flies that zoom in this room! So I 'll just fix the window, then gaze at the moon,"
said I.

I do not remember how fixing it, I did,
because I am used to playing the kid,
(especially when my boyfriend's around)
but in spite of my lapse, I am sure it was sound....

I was barely done, but I can't quite recall,
for just at the moment of carpenter glory,
did I loose my mind and things got a bit gorey:

annoyed by a fly that landed on new glass 
I'd triumpheted, "Stand back!"
and then like an ass, with
my hammer, applied to fly a big blow,

"Now that will teach 'em, for I'm in the know!"

Oops, I got the fly, but the window it flew
In spite of my ecstasy at what I could do

A little too proud; a little girl-again,

Oh f*** it
I'm never competing with men.

My boyfriend he laughed;
the fly, did it flew?
or did it die stuck
to the hammer like glue?
Or did it laugh with him,
my carpenter dear?
I don't quite remember,
just wish I'd more fear.