A Fly That Flew

 A bit of fun with words.  I hope this makes you laugh.  It was, after all, my intention.  For me, this was a respite from the seriousness of Life.  I chuckled all the way through the write.  Probably a Hell of a sight, sitting here giggling.

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A fly that flew,

   by me

   by you

Whispered in my ear,

           “That cloud up there

                    has not a care.

           Why can you

                   not, too?”

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The cloud came down

     and said to me,

         “The secret’s in

           not doing

           those things I was

           not meant to be.

           It is all in the choosing.”

I sat with me for

   just a bit

   and spoke of what

   had been spoken.

       Then you walked by

             and looked at me

       As if I were (humph)

           Broken

That fly flew by

       a second time

and said to me

       quite LOUDLY,

           “The cloud and I want

               to say, Hi!

            And find out how

               you’re doing?”

(I told him to

     go visit you

     at work

     with people looking.)

So if that fly

     comes winging by,

and you thought I

     was hazy,

wait till he tells

     you 'bout the cloud.

That fly is

       simply crazy!
 

Copyright 1984 Joyce Bowen

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