BLUE BOTTLES
I hate to kill anything, but big blue bottles are a pain,
These flies buzz and bother you as if playing a game,
Preparing food you hope is good, but flies are keen
To share, I chase them with the swatter what a scene.
Zap, splat, squash, and a plate skims across the room,
A glass as well, I sweep up the mess with the broom,
Three down but five more seem to take their place
And the state of the poor kitchen is a total disgrace.
The fly killer says, ‘Do not spray use near any food’,
Yet that is where they congregate, are those flies rude
And read the label and laugh just to humans frustrate,
Do we still spray and die because of the food we ate?
I’ll return to the swatter but never a fly paper up high
For all those struggling bodies make me want to cry,
If there is another solution please kindly let me know,
As soon as you can, please before totally barmy I go.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 June 2006