Copyright 1998 -- Robert Baer Jr.

A poem - "The Fly"

The Fly

    A buzzing fly over my head
    How I wish that it was dead
    I swing and swat and swing once more
    In hopes of smashing it on the floor


    I swat in vain, I watch it flee
    It is such a pest to me!
    A magazine I grab to try
    To knock the bug out of the sky

    But still it buzzes and flys around
    As I try to make it hit the ground
    Pesky fly, how dare you live!
    Trouble for me is all you give!

    A can of spray, one last attempt
    A nervous breakdown to prevent
    I swing and spray, but it won't die
    That stupid, pesky little fly!


Written and Submitted by
Robert Baer Jr
The Computer Dinosaur