Frolicking Fun For Flies

(This was written at my goofier times). =)


Two flies feeling the approach of cold
(One fly young, the other old)
Decide to head to warmer clime
Their story results, in this rhyme

Their flight begins in YankeeLand
Where winters often get out of hand
Destination set for Miami, in winter a good place to be

So they just fly and buzz along
sharing jokes and often songs
Alert to birds and spider webs
When their strength begins to ebb

Just as the Carolina line they meet
Decision comes, it's time to eat
From way up high ('bout half a mile)
They spy a fresh, large green cow pile


"That looks yummy!" They both say
"A feast laid out for us today!"
They land on it on flyish feet
Take out fly spoons and start to eat

They ate and ate and ate a lot
Until bloated they both got
They sat a while from their big eat
Then staggered onto little fly feet

Soon realizing their big mistake
To the air they couldn't take
A fly that 'can't' is in real trouble
They needed an idea on the double

The young fly was about to freak
As its panic reached its peak
What'll we do?!  We've no defense!
To eat so much made little sense!

The elder fly had been around
And spied a pitchfork on the ground
He thought, then changed his attitude
And cried, "What we need is altitude!"

Just climb up that pitchfork's handle there
Then leap into the friendly air
Already being up you see
To stay a loft, will be easy!

So the youngster scaled the height
Jumped and flapped with all his might
Despite his effort and all that
He plummeted to his death with a SPLAT

This story is now at its end
But there is a moral here my friend
Light a candle so you won't forget
Don't fly off the handle when you're full of sh*t.