Fly+-++Friend+or+Foe

The Fly: Friend or Foe? By Ms. Ryan Dedicated to my 4th grade class of 2010 You may laugh or you may cry When hearing I’m afraid of a tiny fly But listen to my words of scare For I believe you should beware! It all began on a dreary day When the clouds kept me at home to play My mother had sent me to my room ‘Cause I had answered with a boom. I sat there in my tomb and cried And wondered if I might have lied Yet I was sure I saw a fly For it had crossed my own blue eye! It had buzzed and buzzed ‘round my face Making me jump like a crazy case. Was it a bee or a creepy bug? No! It was something worse than a slug! My mom she saw me jump around And sent me to this dungeon down ‘Cause she believed I was making fun Of my little brother playing with a gun. But I am gentle and don’t tease My mom should know I like to please. So when that fly aimed for my head I considered myself dead. I ran around and ‘round the house Wishing I had seen a furry mouse For a fly can buzz buzz in my ear While a mouse cannot get that near. The fly it chased me to and fro From the kitchen into the snow For I had dashed out the door Wading into white fluff galore. The cold it made me run back inside Searching for a safe place to hide Instead of a fly my mom found me     And pointed her finger angrily. So, here I am and here I stay Alone in my bed with none to play I know for sure I saw a fly Alas, my mother thinks it’s a lie. Wait! Just wait! What is that sound? Oh no! the fly has come like a hound To eat and taste my tender skin My death is near; I shall never win. There is no phone to call for help I can’t even think, my voice won’t yelp. What should I do? Just sit and wait? Or bring that fly to a sad fate? My bones were shaking but I grew strong To beat that fly and prove it wrong That I am bigger than it thinks I’ll beat that fly into my sink. My bathroom door sat waiting to please Open to eat, ready to seize. I must think fast to make a plan To end that fly, oh I think I can! I squeezed my hand, ran to the door Knowing that fly would follow me more In I was, the fly it came Buzzing right after as if playing a game. Well, tag is over//, Mr. Fly //, I thought with a glare in my eye. Snatching my towel as quick as sound I hunted that beast like I was hunting a hound. I smacked it just as it landed down I hit it strong right on its crown. No sound was heard, silence was golden, But will that fly just keep rollin’? My wonders grew all over me     So I let my hand go slowly free I dropped the towel to the ground And what a tremendous sight I found! The fly was squished like a pancake I hardly think this was a fake It did not move to ask for help I did not hear it make a yelp. A smile of freedom came over me; A sigh of relief, a jump of glee. The fly was gone my mind at ease I could beat a fly, how ‘bout a bee? NO thanks, I thought, this is enough I’ll take a rest from being tough. But wait? What is that yellow I see? OH NO! Please no! Is that a bee?