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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