There was nothing that the hungry housefly loved more,
Than a fishing trip … he loved the outdoor !
He packed a picnic, took a bite and snacked,
On one of the cheese sandwiches that he’d packed…
His basket contained a worm or two,
To meet a swarm of mozzies, off he flew…
He took his fishing line and net,
This was going to be the best weekend yet, I bet !
On the way, he crunched an apple pie,
Then headed off into the sky…
He ate a slice of flan (mushroom, I think),
Then to the pond, he did zoom (for a glass of lemonade to drink)…
He span around, one hundred miles an hour,
Splashed in the puddle of a supersonic rain shower…
By the pond, he ate a scone,
(it wasn’t long before all the crumbs were gone !)…
He threw a crust to a duck,
Then a packet of crisps, he started to tuck….
Within a minute, he’d caught a dozen fish,
He grilled them quickly and put them in a dish…
With salt and pepper, then a few chips,
The hungry housefly skipped and flipped….
As he flew about, he caught a trout,
He munched and crunched and spat the bones out….
He lazed in the Sun, until all the picnic was gone,
By seven o’ clock, all the fishing was done…
A fishing trip like this, is every hungry housefly’s dream….
Paddling in warm water and heading off downstream !
© Jacqueline Richards 2017
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