There’s not a single thing flying in the air,
not a flying thing of any kind flying anywhere.
5 minutes ago, there were flies damn near everywhere,
I told them quite forcibly to get “The hell out of here!”.
But they didn’t care,
they started buzzing around me like they had no fear.
Grabbing my trusty swatter, I suddenly saw them disappear!
Evidently, my intentions for them were crystal clear.
The next thing I knew, they were taking me on one on one,
I’d take aim, but before I could strike, they were gone.
Then they came at me two by two,
I’d swat at one and miss, then swish, I’d miss the other one too.
Now I truly didn’t know what to do,
I decided I hadn’t thought this thing through.
A minute or three of thought,
I came to remember something I had forgot.
From beneath the kitchen sink, 3 green cannisters I pulled out,
it stated on the label that it killed flies without a doubt.
The skull and crossbones had me convinced,
as off comes the caps, and I pull the pull-tabs, as I winced.
A heavy fog now started filling the air,
I smelled the gas, and I was like a flash, out of there.
When I came back, I was rested assured at last,
flies will be but an unpleasant memory of the past.
It will be so wonderful with those flies leaving me alone,
and they better pay attention from now on,
to the new sign on my wall, that says, “NO FLY ZONE”.
After a successful career as a Senior Architectural & Engineering Designer working with international mining companies, William David is retired now and living in Tucson, Az. His debut book, “Rhymes for These Tymes”, a collection of his poems will be published in November or December of 2023.