Fly Poem by jasmine maddock

There's a fly on your back
it moves like its on a track
dancing to Shakatak
jumps and gives you a heart attack
There's a fly on your back
See through wing and the colour of black
When it lands on your snack
You will have to take it back
There's a fly on your back
It's a dirty fly in a dirty mac
showing everyone his little pack
and wants to get Miss Fly in the sack
There's a fly on my back
It flew over with a tiny whack
sticky glue like born to tack
As common as bric-a-brac
There's a fly in the pack
Of pepperminty Tic Tac
Pull it out and scream not a snack
Go away fly on my back