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Roger Horsch Roger Horsch Male, 50, United States (5/15/2013 12:53:00 AM)

Flying Raisins
By Roger Horsch

Flying raisins are in the air, there are flying raisins everywhere
I see them flying all around, I see them landing on the ground
I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
I see them flying in the sky, I see them getting in my pie
I see them walking on my cake, I see them in everything I make
I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
I find them in my cookie dough, I don’t know why they just won’t go
I do not like them can’t you see, flying raisins are all over me
I don’t know where they come from, I just want them to leave
There’s three or four more on my shirt, and two more on my sleeve
Then I saw the open box, sitting high upon the rack
I pulled it down then turned it around, it said “ CAUTION “ on the back
It said not for use in cooking, such as cookies, cakes or pies
For I thought I bought a box of raisins, but they were laboratory flies

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  • Donnaj York (5/15/2013 11:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Ahhhhh....until the last line, I thought you may be on the east coast USA, experiencing the 17-year Cicadas.

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