Re: Bob the Fly (Re: poem)

Hi Hamako.
This is Moring.

〉I read your "I had read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD" and this one.
Thank you.

〉Then I made "Re: poem".
I did expect your reply as usual but didn't expect it came in poem.
And you did use rhyme, didn't you?

I'll try to answer to yours.
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I'm Bob the fly.
Now I don't cry.

As you say, I'm bring desease,
as long as I'm buzzing wing.s.

Smell of poo lets me to fly.
Smell of food makes me to stay.

I rub my hands on poo.
I tag my legs on food.

I can't help to do this.
Even if you hate me being like this.

Who makes me like this?
Who gives me life on earth?

Do my life have any meaning?
It might have some meaning.

I will think about that.
Untill wings burst out.