“Just hanging, listening, observing, checking things out” Gun Roswell
Fly on the wall
I, am a small fly, sitting on the wall
Wall, which from I won’t totally fall
Fall, would be a terrible thing
Thing, as if I would be killed
Killed, to the very death!
I am but a fly on this wall
Wall, observing everything
Everything, and nothing
Nothing, as today’s such a bore
Bore, because I have no sugar!
Ah, sugar, the essence of life
Life, this tiny little fly’s treat
Treat, as in a sugary snack
Snack, as without it I would slack
Slack, well, yes, you know, lazy!
I basically don’t do much
Much, as humans consider such
Such, is the life of a fly
Fly, but now, I really have to fly
So, bye bye!

Fly free. Flee!
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Interesting perspective and poetry format.
My first encounter with this repetitive word style, this poem and the porch/patio one.
Does this poetry style have a name?
Is it your own?
I have to try it out…..
Enjoying my visit to your pages!
Ann
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Just from the depths of my own mind 😉
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