A blue bottle landed on my nose,
While a poem I attempted to compose.
It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings,
And did so many other things.
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Juan this is so good. For some reason I feel just a bit lighter for having read it, as if a little of my own troubles just flew away with your fly. Thanks pard. Have a great day!
What a gem, and with such indelible rhymes to accompany, in awe of you today! ;)
The Calliphora vicini (known as the blue bottle fly) Loves dead and decaying meat But will by chance find other things to eat. So if it sits on your nose Let's suppose, It thinks the smell or findings there Are something on which you wish to share. Perhaps when the maggots emerge from the eggs And just before growing legs They'll make your nose itch a bit As they engage in burrowing in it. So be not so kind as to share A place for the fly to lay eggs there And send her on the way To forage someplace else, before end of day. s
interesting poem. I very much liked the content.