The fly

There it is that fly on the wall.
Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't fall.
If I was a fly I would fly around anywhere I wanted but first to school,
I would annoy all of my treachers, it would be cool.
I would fly over the ocean, I would fly sky high
I would fly so fast you wouldn't see me fly by.
I could eat what I wanted and sleep wherever,
if I was a fly my life would be better.
but here I am sick in my bed staring at that fly,
I reach out to him and say "hi"
I wonder if he heard me or if he was just dead on my wall,
why isn't he moving can he hear me at all?
I was about to ask him but my mom came in and smashed it Kersplat!
there is no more fly to worry about and that was that.

-- 12/05
Scott