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That Nasty Little Popsicle Fly   2 comments

That Nasty Little Popsicle Fly.

Posted November 8, 2012 by Taressa Klays in Poetry, Visual Poetry

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That Nasty Little Popsicle Fly   3 comments

Bulgy eyes stared down at me,

Sheer wings poised for flight,

That nasty little Popsicle fly,

Had mine locked in his sight.

I stuck out my tongue and took a lick,

Savouring every drop,

That Popsicle fly was drooling,

The frozen juice so cooling,

My lips, I crunched a bit.

That fly zoomed up into the sky,

And dove back down, real quick,

I turned away, I hoped he missed,

He landed on my stick!

That nasty little Popsicle fly,

Stuck out his little tongue,

He took a lick and shivered,

Then, squeaked, “Yummy, yum, yum.”

I waved my hand. I told him, “Scat,”

I certainly was going to have none of that!

He flew straight up, and circled round,

Diving in for an extra nibble,

I stomped my foot.  I told him, “Shoo,”

I didn’t know what I was going to do?

That nasty little Popsicle fly,

Gave me quite a fright,

He landed right upon my nose,

His legs perched for a fight,

He squeaked out a tiny message,

I could scarcely hear,

“You know,” he said,

“You’d, be nicer if you shared.”

I thought on this a moment,

Then realized he was right,

That nasty little Popsicle fly,

Gave me strong, sturdy insight,

It was I, who was being nasty,

And I couldn’t have that at all.

So we sat right down,

And we had a ball,

We licked that Popsicle clean,

We laughed and giggled,

That Popsicle fly squiggled,

He said, I was a queen.

Then off he flew, into the blue,

And tipped his little head,

His bulgy eyes stared down at me,

And this is what he said,

“Thank you for the Popsicle,

And thanks for being my friend,

I will never forget you,

From now until the end.”

Posted November 8, 2012 by Taressa Klays in Poetry, Visual Poetry

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