housefly

A massive, lazy housefly
sat on my poetry book.
He lingered on the rhyming
words with wistful, longing look

as he browsed with bulbous eyes
and rubbed his legs with relish,
indicating that he'd found
all the metered lines delish.

I couldn’t help admiring
the bravado he displayed,
but the pathogens he bore
had me utterly dismayed.

A careless gent, this housefly,
persevering as all that,
he should have been more cautious....
...................................Splat!

Liz McFadzean