The Unfortunate Fly.! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The restless fly had a bad day
Flying here and there all hay;
It choose to land nowhere
And escaped every waving hand there,
But was incessant in his feat




He then got frenzied in flight -rip,
Choose to sit on the tippler 's nose tip,
Even on his careless unclean lip,
Mingling the slaver with the sweat;
He slapped himself rather rough and oddly



The playful fly now choose the boy
Who had long been droning for a toy
He slapped his son's left cheek
With all malice against the freak;
The little one shocked, stopped his obstinate cry




The victor then made him dance
Around and instantly in a prance,
And jumped into the tea cup hot
Lo..! ecstasy dawned on his wry, face -knot
And he powered his hands in a serial clap




His watching wife knew so well
That He had nothing to door spell
For such a thoughtless, disowning sot;
Crackle - easing her mind with fingers a lot
And withdrawing, she muttered: Oh My God..!