“Flee! ” said the fly
to its fellow fly

as they flew
into view

of
Janice A. Windle

approaching them

with a rolled up
newspaper.

“I thought you said she wouldn’t
hurt a fly? ”

one fly hollers in horror
to the other.

“Maybe she lied? ”
says the other fly to the other fly.

“Oh Holy Sh…splat! ”
(That’s that) .

Newspaper headlines
scream

“They’re dying like flies! ”


Janice A. Windle
smile

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-there-are-no-flies-on-janice-a-windle-for-janice/