Pesky fly lands on my foot
A most major distraction
I glance towards colleagues
Mismatched socks
Writer’s idea of humor
Creative jokesters, these bards be
Fly lands in someone’s hair
Restless in its annoyance
Won’t someone give him a sugar cube?
Lots of people with no socks
End of summer, end of sandals
Autumn nips of cold and gold
Summer Solstice come and gone
The robes of Fall begin to unfurl
Protect us from Winter’s breath
Soon the fly will hear the call
Change of seasons
Taking its sugar cube along
On its never ending journey south
Hope he wears mismatched socks, too
(c) Claudia Anderson
In your cute humor
Ordinary brings giggles.
Delightful to me!
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Thank you! I wrote that at a writer’s conference years ago. I am getting ready to go to my first one in years next Saturday, and thought this poem might bring me some inspiration!
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