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A Blue Bottle

A blue bottle landed on my nose,
While a poem I attempted to compose.
It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings,
And did so many other things.

It stared at me through it's compound eyes,
And sat on my nose telling me lies.
He said I'm the king of all of the flies,
But I'm incognito, I'm in disguise.

He said really I'm purple, not at all blue,
The color of royalty, so how do you do?
Then he flew off to his affairs of state,
Saying his good-byes, cause he couldn't be late.

3/1/11 Alton Texas

Submitted: Tuesday, March 01, 2011


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  • Eric Cockrell (6/16/2012 2:13:00 PM)

    this one makes me smile... good poem!

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  • Smoky Hoss (6/15/2012 5:46:00 PM)

    Juan this is so good. For some reason I feel just a bit lighter for having read it, as if a little of my own troubles just flew away with your fly. Thanks pard. Have a great day!

  • Patti Masterman (5/4/2011 11:38:00 AM)

    What a gem, and with such indelible rhymes to accompany, in awe of you today! ;)

  • Sidi Mahtrow (3/2/2011 7:41:00 AM)

    The Calliphora vicini
    (known as the blue bottle fly)
    Loves dead and decaying meat
    But will by chance find other things to eat.

    So if it sits on your nose
    Let's suppose,
    It thinks the smell or findings there
    Are something on which you wish to share.

    Perhaps when the maggots emerge from the eggs
    And just before growing legs
    They'll make your nose itch a bit
    As they engage in burrowing in it.

    So be not so kind as to share
    A place for the fly to lay eggs there
    And send her on the way
    To forage someplace else, before end of day.

    s

  • Elke Seven (3/1/2011 10:14:00 PM)

    I just love funny, whimsical poems. Gave this one a 10.

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