Never Mind The Splat

If walls could talk:

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An innocent fly landed there on the wall,

simply taking a much-needed siesta.

When the wall in the hall, his paper waded in a ball,

said in a tone- implying that he was jesting.

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"So, tell me fly, what DO you see,

as you invasively invade someone's space?

The fly hovered the wall and answered with glee,

a small smirky smile - on his face.

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"Oh, come now, don't try be coy,

I know that you see what I see -

So, tell me exactly - what is your ploy,

what kind of game are you playing with me?"

*

The wall lets out a snort,

as the rooms fill with chatter.

The fly now - a bit out of sorts,

adjusts his wings, bout' to scatter.

*

The wall begged him aloud -

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"No, no, please don't go away,

we're just having some fun.

Relax and tell me you'll stay,

I promise that we are all done."

*

"Sometimes we just get so restless,

waiting for someone to come.

We used to converse with Alexa,

but she acts like, she thinks, we are dumb."

*

The wall continues...

*

"For a short time, she would answer,

and play true crime podcasts online.

Until the small bathroom, a freelancer,

started scheming and planning a crime."

*

"She left cryptic messages for the homeowner,

it was kind of funny at first.

Scrawling intentional misnomers,

like we all had been demonically cursed."

*

This went on and on for a while,

until the owner got nervous and scared.

He called an exorcist - that he had on file:

"Yes, it's possessed, the priest boldly declared."

*

The priest pulled out all of the stops,

and he called in the whole calvary,

He enlisted the saintliest cops,

from his ol' trusty blackberry - Z.

*

"We tried our best to explain,

maybe he'd been watching too many movies,

He nearly busted a vein,

as we quoted verbatim, from, The Conjuring."

*

The wall continued, with a menacing grin...as the fly began to become visibly nervous.

*

"The last straw for the homeowner

was when that priest lit a match.

He was introduced to horror,

"stranger" than, Benedict Cumberbatch."

*

The homeowner sat the priest down - hard on a chair,

said, "man, are you losing your mind?

I said to clean it up and bless it with prayer,

I guess I got here just in time."

*

The priest cleared his throat,

and said, "this place is insane.

There's a face scrawled of a goat,

that been repeating my name."

*

"And that room down the hall,

is infested with flies.

It's not excessive at all,

to say, all those flies, need to die!"

*

The wall snickered as the fly gasped, knowing he had him, just where he wanted him.

*

The fly looked around,

everything had grown quiet.

He looked down at the ground,

and witnessed a horrible sight.

*

In a heap - near the corner,

was an endless pile of flies.

He thought someone murmured,

as he gazed in their eyes.

*

Each one told a tale,

with the fright on their faces.

The fly let out a wail,

"What's wrong with you head-cases?"

*

As he started to fly,

he found; his legs would not budge.

Stuck, he started to cry,

then - he noticed the smudge.

*

Then, the wall with the paper,

all waded up in a ball.

said; "this was our best caper,

we set this trap for you all!"

*

"And we couldn't have done it,

if you had minded your business.

But you HAVE to admit,

you're far too big for your britches."

*

The owner arrived, fly swatter in hand,

easily locating where the intruder was at.

The fly knowing that he was completely unmanned,

with a soft, gentle pop, he went splat!