Dear all you little fruit flies here,
You're always flying around me
Past my eyes and by my ears
When outside is where you should be.
You are a pest and I will not stand
To let any of you float around much more
So I continue to swat you away.
Do you not know that when I'm home and
You're around, I want to shoo you out the door?
But you will not go - you stay.
Fruit flies will follow you all through your day -
In the kitchen or the bathroom or even as far as your job
And they'll fly around you in a pesky way
Which could be enough to make you sob.
So little fruit flies please beware
I only have so much more patience for you.
Bugs of any kind are gross, I must admit
But fruit flies are a pain. I'll stare
Them down and squash them, so quick they won't know who
And I'll get my peace at the end of the day when I'm home and want to sit.
Yeah, it's not that great, but hey, I never said I was the next Keats. And it really is an ode.