Acceptable Poem by Jeff Rushton

An inebriate man sits at the barstool pondering the subsistence of the flying pests while the bartender swings frantically trying to kill every last one. 'Flies are stupid! ” He says to the bemused alehouse administer. 'You can kill almost all of them, but as soon as you put that swatter down, the stupid things almost always end up taking a rest on it.' 'Uh-Ha' The saloon server says as he returns to the tap to serve another round and keep people’s tabacco smoking, while the fly rests on the swatter.