The Fly Swatter Notebook
I swatted a fly with a notebook and made a poem on it.
I had swatted with this...
Page a fly...
And so it turns out that I did not miss...
As it flew by...
I was going to make a poem...
But this fly was a little golem...
They try to get in to my face...
At the hottest part of the day...
To not get wrapped up in to my dress lace...
Is what I would be kneeling down to pray...
I seem to think that it is better to spill its guts all over on this page...
Than to let it walk all over my sprig of cut dry sage...
About the Creator
Sarah Worley
I believe in symbiosis, and that there is a singular dominant God of the universe,
Also, the love poems are dedicated to my husband, and the rest are dedicated to my family!
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