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Mom said,"Now, Richard, just suppose
You had a fly atop your nose.
Now suppose he tapped and tapped a cane
Right on the tip-top of your brain,
Demanding with a stern fly cry
The undeniable rights of every fly.
And as he did, he grumbled far and wide
About equality and the great fly pride.
Perhaps he yanked your eyelash out
And complained and ranted on about
The vile perils of discrimination
And every other fly frustration."
Mom said, "Now, Richard, just suppose
This fly you had upon your nose
Was not at all a happy fly
And tapped his cane into your eye.
And demanded fore, and too, and wide
Fly Rights throughout the countryside.
Perhaps a law to test both fate and time,
That mistreating flies would be a crime.
Now, suppose he laughed and tapped again,
Until your eyeball ached, and when,
You tried to shoo this fly away
This fly had only plans to stay.'
'And draw a crowd of other flies
Who cheered so loud with their fly cries
Of Equality for their proud race
They tipped the scales upon your face
And made your nose tilt to one side.
To bring their protest worldwide.
Oh, I wonder just what you would do
If an angry fly did this to you."
I kind of shrugged and looked away,
Not really certain what to say.
To be quite honest, more often than not,
I'd never given the idea much thought.
Copyright © MMIX Richard D. Remler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem