Men, Flies and Slippers

A product of writer's block...someone just told me I 'couldn't hurt a fly',and I was properly offended, and wrote this story/poem

He wouldn’t hurt a fly

Buzzing, buzzing around

He just watched it

His slipper was within reach

So was the newspaper

Conveniently rolled up

But the only things he was brandishing

Were peace signs.

 

So the fly, out it went

Through the window

And our man sighed contentedly

“Ah, the Oneness of Nature

And the beauty of Pacifism!”

And he made a fruit salad

Neatly folded his apron

And sat down to eat.

 

So the fly, out it flew

Out into the neighbourhood

And it called a huddle -

Mosquito came, so did Cockroach

And Rat, as well as Termite -

Heads bowed to Fly’s excited voice;

“Boy, oh boy!

Have I found the PERFECT pad for you!!”

 

He’d hardly finished

Before they’d all scampered off

Rat in his pitter-pattering feet

Mosquito zzzzzing away -

You’d think he was sleep-flying -

Cockroach scrabbling away

As Fly screamed after them

“Don’t forget, you owe me!!”

 

Off went Fly, to do the daily rounds

He lighted on the stray Cat

And picked up some Bacteria

He passed by the sewer

Gave a lift to some Amoeba

Flew straight into the septic tank

Walked all over the brown marshland

And gave a ride to some Cholera.

 

Back he flew to the house again

The fruit salad half-finished

Fly saw a peach or two

Or perhaps it was a date?

It rather looked like his favourite

Left back stewing in its putridness

He didn’t know people were into that now

And he stopped to investigate.

 

“Now, now, don’t do that,” said our man

Wagging a spoon disapprovingly.

“Get out of my bowl, Brother,

That’s a good Fly…”

Fly only scratched his head

And proceeded to walk about

“…Go on now, I don’t want any trouble.”

And Fly flew away, disgusted.

 

There were doctors everywhere soon,

And Public Health Officials

And poor Rat - poisoned

Cockroach - fumigated

Mosquito - that damn treated mosquito net

Zapped him like an electric fence

And Fly, wise Fly,

Knew that the game was up.

 

On his way out,

He overheard our man

Talking to his brother -

“Man, I used to be a Pacifist bro

I wouldn’t hurt a thing

Till the cholera, and the rat infestation, and the cockroaches -

Now, d****t, I keep a slipper nearby

And when I hear something a-flying and a-buzzing around -

 

I take UP the bloody slipper

And  SMACK that mother-”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

a bit of fun...with a deeper meaning somewhere under the surface :)

Reviews

[Hibah Shabkhez]

Allegory. For you, unusual style.
Amusing and very well written.
With, as you say, a deeper meaning...

[Mwash]

LMAO this is some gud stuff brightened up my day a bit...keep up the good work

[r]

LAUGH. MY. F*****G. A*S OFF! The ending was the best. I absolutely loved it. I don't want to write a long review so ...yeah. EPIC. It was so freaking funny. xD

[Ashley]

LOL.

[Bryan Micheni]

Mosquito zzzed away,
As if he was sleep-flying...
Best punchline i've read in a while:)

[M.Babu]

Haha!! What a start to my day! This was absolutely random but as always it carried that awesome tinge you manage to instil to your pieces:) the last two stanzas really did it for me. xD

What a story with such a hilarious ending and a not so obvious message, which i sincerely got. To summarize: Change is necessary for survival? You'll have to tell me this one.

Very entertaining piece bro. Laughing as i eat breakfast!!