An anorexic fly was flying
around the kitchen, near the stove
he smelled the spuds that they were frying
so now and then he slowed and dove
down to the pan to have a peek
when suddenly a pale, anaemic
and funny looking two-winged freak
accosted him, said 'I'm bulemic'
I am so starved, must have some food.'
The anorexic fly was fearful
that this bulemic would fall in
not only was he very tearful
he'd also lost that insect grin.
So, fly said go and get some spuds
I'll keep an eye out for the cook
he did then emptied out his guts
that's what is written in the book
about bulemics, but those flies
who purge their takings aren't up-front
and to deceive they will tell lies
but please permit me to be blunt
it doesn't really bother me
that flies can have eating disorders
the most important theory
about disease causation borders
on witchcraft and plain old conjecture
the search goes on to find a cure
that's why I gave this little lecture
I wanted to make really sure
that people think about this more
prevent the deeds that often kill
because the victims never will.
Mr. Nerhlich, 'He did then emptied out his guts'? Not a good line but it rhymes I guess. Its not good to drink and write is it? PS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always these unwelcome, untalented visitors..........