I'm trying to sit,
And quietly write,
There's a fly buzzing by,
He's picking a fight.
He lands on my face,
He's making me twitch,
He's hounding my space,
I angrily flip,
Leave me alone!
You're doing my head in!
Buzz right off!
Outside you're heading,
Go, fly away!
To pastures new,
I've really had enough of you!
Jayne Louise Davies
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