Poor Fly
i saw an old guy -
looking around outside -
just like a spy -
peering into the sky -
with beady brown eyes -
that matched dad's ties -
that i would not buy -
but i would that pie -
that the old lady tried -
to keep from the fly -
that constantly went by -
angering her to cry -
which I wondered why -
then saw the old guy -
swatting the fly -
she stops and sighs -
for the poor fly dies -
then she yells - OH MY -
and they went inside -
looking around outside -
just like a spy -
peering into the sky -
with beady brown eyes -
that matched dad's ties -
that i would not buy -
but i would that pie -
that the old lady tried -
to keep from the fly -
that constantly went by -
angering her to cry -
which I wondered why -
then saw the old guy -
swatting the fly -
she stops and sighs -
for the poor fly dies -
then she yells - OH MY -
and they went inside -
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