
Ғ⋂Ͻkᴉɳ⅁ fly flying,
Soon to be dying,
Quick as I find my
Fly Flap . Slap !
But this fly is golden,
No ordinary fly ;
One dusted with magic
From times called Olden,
And I am too foolish
To let her pass by .
Following bumbling chase,
Mishits out of place,
In the jerks of dervish dance,
Guided by blind chance,
In the fall of red swatter—
I got her .
The Lord of the Flies daughter .
BOOM ! Sonic lo shakes the
Room, the windows quake .
Rising from Bub, a buzz :
Hell’s decibel twas .
From waves one cannot dodge
Didst my soul dislodge,
To etern by the lake
Above flaming tongues .

*[ WSB ].














