The fruit flies maneuvered
And danced in my face;
The swatting and grabbing
Did not daunt their pace.
And danced in my face
Did their wings and their tails
So I kept my lips zipperedly shut!
The swatting and grabbing
The switches and whooshes
Did nothing to capture their butt!
Did not daunt their pace
“Til I caught them a-flight
In some vinegar plus drop of soap!
Jeanne Poland
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Oct 06, 2012 @ 16:37:29
Funny, Jeanne! Have you read the Newbery Medal-winning collection, Joyous Noise. All the poems are about bugs. And David Harrison’s Bugs is another good one. There were little gnat/flies on my grapes the other day. Ick!
Oct 07, 2012 @ 12:21:53
I am going to run and order it! Thanx laurasalas
Jeanne
Oct 07, 2012 @ 12:18:04
When I practice Calligraphy, I use an abcdarian, alphabet sentence, or panrgam.
This one came to mind to accompany this poem:
Seven wildly panting fruitflies anxiously gazed at the dancing kumquats.
Can you find all 26 letters of the alphabet?
Jeanne