The Fly Squadron Arrives

The Siege of those nasty flies,

Is written across the skies,

As the land is filled with hopeless sighs.

The flies are buzzing in and flying around,

Making that hideous agonizing sound.

They fly through buds and leaves,

Around branches, bees, and fruit trees.

Flies buzz around everywhere you look,

In the garden and above where your cook.

Flies find a way to fly around wild and free,

Above the garbage piles and the cherry tree.

The flies can be found in the grossest places,

In cottages, in mansions, and under staircases.

Georgia tried her best to keep the flies out,

But they would enter after her walkabout.

She would shut the windows to keep them out,

Though she knew they would get in without a doubt.

Georgia’s wedding anniversary party is today,

She is preparing the best dishes, special in every way.

Richard is doing his bit in the garden clearing weeds,

Moving away all the shrubs, for the saplings and seeds.

Georgia’s family was in the large kitchen cooking,

While she sipped wine when no one was looking.

The dishes were being prepared in great haste,

Making sure that nothing was going to waste.

Georgia kept the windows and doors shut,

As she carved her meats of the best and finest cut.

The food was now laid out and the table was made,

For all the guests to come in like a great parade.

There was a precious five minutes to go,

Before her anniversary dinner and anniversary show.

It was then that Georgia’s mother Alice,

Walked away from her freshly made pastry dish,

She pulled the curtains, opened the windows and doors,

What she was thinking of only the old woman knows.

It was then that the fly squadron busted in,

They were everywhere on the dishes and the biscuit tin.

The guests walked in at the same bloody time,

When the flies were feasting on the food and wine.

All was lost thought Georgia, there was no hope,

When in walked in Mathias Hector Wilbur Snope.

As Mathias walked in the fly squadron flew out,

The room was now free for the party and walkabout.

It was the dreadful cologne that Mathias wore,

Which smelled like a bad egg on the smelliest toe.

The fly squadron was found passed out on the dump,

As the sweeper flushed them away with a water pump.

Georgia’s wedding anniversary party was saved,

As the guests and the hosts were well behaved.

The Siege of those nasty flies,

Is written across the skies,

As the land is filled with hopeless sighs.

The flies are buzzing in and flying around,

Making that hideous agonizing sound.

They fly through buds and leaves,

Around branches, bees, and fruit trees.