The other night I saw a fly,

it flew right past my eye;

I ran for the fly swatter, and I

really, really tried,

To kill that pesky fly.

Well, I looked left and I looked right,

And much to my surprise,

I saw that fly where’ere I looked,

It was a ‘floater’ in my eye!

Well, I relaxed and looked no more,

I thought that I was done;

When, suddenly, before my eyes,

There was another one!

Another floater, (so I thought),

Oh, there it goes again!

But then I KNEW it was a FLY,

because it landed on my hand!

SHOO, SHOO, get out of here,

I was yelling at the fly,

But, then I saw two other flies

that quickly raced on by.

They’re driving me nuts; they’re killing me,

(that was their plan, no doubt);

I opened up the window,

and two flies went flying out!

Aha!, they’re gone. Now I can rest,

I got rid of those little pests.

When suddenly I heard a buzzing

Right beside my ear, and I couldn’t stop my fear

There’s nothing worse than sleeping with a fly buzzing ’round your head.

I was very tired, and I had to go to bed,

I made sure he was far away from me,

And I scrambled on ahead.

I shut my door, turned out the lights,

And, slept all through the night.

Next morning when I went into the sunlit living room,

there he was, sitting on my chair;

I thought, you little devil, you’re getting out of here.

I opened up the window, and he went flying out;

I slammed it shut and said goodbye!

Now I can move about.

Floaters can deceive you,

Of that, there’s little doubt,

But, next time I will check things twice,

Before I just

Freak out!!

(and, as I was printing out this poem,

Another fly flew by ...

or was it a floater?)

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View

Apartments

shirleybentzbinkley @gmail.com