NO!...NO! … THERE IT
IS AGAIN!
An
Epic Tale by Susan M. (Schnitman) Hernandez
Dedicated to my dear Cousin
Izzie Lubman (my mom's cousin): April 20, 1967
For a week I’d been waging a war,
And believe me – I was getting sore
Running and charging the enemy,
Smashing an elbow, banging my knee.
I opened the door a tiny crack,
Hoping, praying it hadn’t come back.
But there it was – that nasty FLY –
Trying to land right in my eye.
“No!...No!” I cried in vain,
For the dratted thing was back again!
I reached for my swatter, but oh! – too late:
The monster was diving for my pate!
Quickly I ducked under the nearest chair,
But before I knew it – IT was there!
Jumping up, I banged my head:
One of us will soon be dead!
In desperation I reached the kitchen
For by this time I was really itchin’
To finish with this fiendish foe:
I was going to end it all, by Joe!
It was going to work; I knew it – ZAP!!!
The bug was falling for my trap.
I inched my way to the refrigerator
And opened its jaws like an alligator.
There it lay on a silver plate,
Now all I’d have to do was wait.
The six-legged beast came sniffing ‘round
And leaped to its death with a single bound.
For on that plate was that wondrous oleo,
Poly-unsaturated all aglow.
Liquid yellow, flavor – mellow:
This was the trap for that dastardly fellow.
Thanks to the miracles of modern men
Once more I am free again,
Secure in the knowledge that I know:
Flies can’t swim in oleo.
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