LITTLE FLY OF BLOOD

Above my bed so high

Zzz…zzz…zzz

It hovers and it hums

Close to my sleeping ears

It sings the song I hate

Oh what such fate!

I really dread this music it makes

Excitedly it sings

Joyfully it stings

This little fly of blood

It hides in the bushes

And follows your sweet perfume

You clap and dance

It flies and flies

But yet it still escapes

It’s time to have a bath

And on my tiled wall it rests

Triumphantly I hit

Painfully I fall

You bloody fly of blood!

Oh why why why!

My swollen bandaged head

It comes again

And yet I stare

My lesson has been learned

By Sylvia Chika

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Reviews

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

That's your benefit for living in the rural part of Nigeria... Hahaha, I don't mean to laugh you, I'm just catching fun! ...., Bona!

[Sylvia Chika]

Lol...yeah, you are right. This poem actually amuses me every time I read it. I wrote it three years ago.

Thanks for the review.