Bob the Fly (poem)

Bob the Fly

I'm Bob the fly.
Do you know a fly?
A fly is very small insect,
and almost black.
A fly can fly,
because we have two wings.

People hate me very much.
If I was getting nearer to them,
they'll try to hit me even I had done nothing.
And when I went away from them,
they'll chase me with something in their hand.
After I get a safety place, I feel sad about this treat.
If my wings were beautiful as butterfly,
people may like me.
But my dirty gray wings stick into my body.
They never go away from me unless I'm dead.

Shall I die?
No way!
Why am I here?
Why am I alive?
Someone gave me a life.
I shall be alive.
If people don't like me,
I don't care.
I must enjoy my life as long as my wings can buzz.
HOORAY!

Hi, Moring. This is Hamako.
I read your "I had read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD" and this one.
Then I made "Re: poem".


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What a pity, Bob the Fly.
Now I see how you cry.


Yes, people don't like you.
But, do you know what you do?

It isn't very important about your outside.
The problem is your inside.

They Know you bring diseases.
The fact wouldn't erase.

Yeah, someone gave you a life.
Then, someone gave them a life.

Is there any way forgive each other?
Perhaps you are what you are.
They are what they are.


You must enjoy your life as long as your wings can buzz.
They may chase you as long as your wings buzz and ooze.


HOORAY?

I cry...

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.

Hi, Moring.

〉I did expect your reply as usual but didn't expect it came in poem.

Aha. Do you like it?

〉And you did use rhyme, didn't you?

Yes, I love rhyme.

〉I'll try to answer to yours.

Good job! (^^)

This time, I made a riddle.
Can you find out the answer who am "I"?


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Hi, Bob the Fly.
I'm very happy to hear that you don't cry.


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


Please don't get me wrong to the end.
Actually, I want to be your friend.


Why don't you come to my flat
to enjoy a little chat?


The way to my flat is up that winding stair,
There are lots of good things here.


And I bet you'd like me perhaps.
I have a slender waist, cute hip and long legs.


My bouncing bed is sparkling in the sky.
We'd have a glamorous time if you come to fly.



Ufufu.

Are you Charlotte?
Please wait my reply.
I'll come soom.
Moring

Hello,Moring and Hamako!
Nice to meet? you.
I just found this corner, and enjoyed reading you two were chattering!
And I got excited about the riddle.
Who are you??

Up the winding stairs
Mankind couldn't reach
The corner of the window
A miracle, sprkle net

A-ha! Are you a allury hungry spider or something??

Hi, Moring.
Nice to meet you, too, Rosetammy.(or Rosetummy?)

I'm so sorry!
I haven't come this board for a long time.

I read Moring's reply, and wait for a while.
and a while.
and a while.
and... I forgot!

I didn't realize your message, Rosetammy.
Please, please forgive me... could you?

Anyway, you guys are right.
When I read Moring's poem,
I suddenly remembered a Mother Goose.


It was "The Spider and the Fly"
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"Will you walk into my parlor?"
Said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
and I have many pretty things
to show you when you're there."
"Oh, no, no!" said the little Fly,
"To ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair,
Shall ne'er come down again."
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Then I made it.

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Please don't get me wrong to the end.
Actually, I want to be your friend.

Why don't you come to my flat
to enjoy a little chat?

The way to my flat is up that winding stair,
There are lots of good things here.

And I bet you'd like me perhaps.
I have a slender waist, cute hip and long legs.

My bouncing bed is sparkling in the sky.
We'd have a glamorous time if you come to fly.
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Yes, I am Cindy the Spider.
It's my great honor to meet you two.

Good bye.