Figure eights round and round
Buzzing my head with that horrible sound
Its loop the loop and hop and bound
Pooncarie blowfly not a friend I’ve found

Open the door to your little place
He rides on your back and circles your face
A menacing intrusion he makes you race
To a blowfly free more comfortable space

You grab the mortein and confront the pest
You spray him from the east and get him from the west
He goes down like a fly failing the test
Thank God you’ve laid him to rest

Copyright Paolo2017-10-10