Sunday, 11 November 2012


Above my bed so high
It hovers and it hums
Close to my sleeping ears
It sings the song I hate

Oh what such fate!
I really dread this music it makes
Excitedly it sings
Joyfully it stings
This little fly of blood

It hides in the bushes
And follows your sweet perfume
You clap and dance
It flies and flies
But yet it still escapes

It’s time to have a bath
And on my tiled wall it rests
Triumphantly I hit
Painfully I fall
You bloody fly of blood!

Oh why why why!
My swollen bandaged head
It comes again
And yet I stare
My lesson has been learned

By Sylvia Chika

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