When the hungry housefly eventually got sick,
He zoomed to the hospital, in a quick tick….
He didn’t feel that well at all,
So on the Doctor, he went to call….
My temperature’s up, he declared,
The Doctor asked some questions, the nurses cared….
As the hungry housefly began to splutter and choke,
The Doctor listened in with a stethoscope…. “
My tummy’s so full, my belly aches,
I’ve eaten too much – twelve eight ounce steaks….
So the Doctor then prescribed a pill,
Told the fly to rest by the window sill and stay still…
He gave him a spoonful of medicine, too,
A pat on the back soon cured his flu…
Once again feeling happy and new,
The fly zoomed off chomping as he flew,
As hungry housefly often do…
he gobbled up a light bulb or two…
On the Doctor’s desk, he spilled the ink,
That the nurse had earlier filled up, I think…
The drank it all up, he couldn’t get enough….
Although he was covered in sticky blue stuff…
He gobbled up a chair and the curtain rail,
Made a few crumbs, and on the floor, left a trail…
The hungry housefly went chomping on,
And didn’t stop munching, till all the patients were gone !
A Doctor’s letter, soon made him feel better,
He ate it all up, as though it was feta !
He nibbled a hole in the Doctor’s prescription pad,
With rosy cheeks now, he didn’t feel quite so bad !
© Jacqueline Richards 2017
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