With the full privilege of a month in a Himalayan hut, I was granted the rare liberty of observing a common fly for a period not too removed from two hours.
Watching a fly 1 – flytipping
If I tried to clean my wings with my feet
my face and the floor would quickly meet.
So it’s proven, six legs is so much easier
if cleaning your wings with your feet does pleaseya.
Watching a fly 2 – I guess I’m just a jealous fly
With SIX legs all like dainty quavers
you can stand without the wobbles and wavers.
So it seems unfair to us two-legged standers
that a fly who flys stands better than a man does.
Watching a fly 3 – I believe I can fly
With particular attention I have come to devise
that our friend the fly has remarkable eyes.
So to balance the natural order of things
I’ve ordered a twin-pack of humanoid wings.
Watching a fly 4 – flybrid
‘If I halved a watermelon
and mounted the two halves to my forehead,
I’d look like a fly.’
The man who’d stared too long at a fly, said.
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