Ode To A Fly Poem by Cressida Leigh

I care not, Fly, from whence you came
But wish you'd sod back off again.
You enter through the smallest crack
Yet cannot seem to venture back
Despite my opening the door
To help you with this (simple!) chore.
You seem so desperate to escape
But totally ignore the gape-
-ing door that I have opened wide
To help you! Stupid frigging fly.

Well now I've started breaking lines
To make them fit, it's clearly time
To leave you. But, dear Fly, take heed;
If I had RAID you would be... (Scottish accent) dead?