Ms. Chesterfield lifted a feathery hand
As on her death bed she did lie
She said “children I have just one final wish
And that’s to come back as a fly”
Her kids looked around with their brows furrowed deep
With queries abuzz in their heads
But nary a question could any to ask
Because by that time she was dead
Her mister he mourned for a day and a half
Though some called him cad and some heathen
He dared them all down to see what was around
Now that he had found his new freedom
And boldly he ventured with every young thing
And drove around town quite undaunted
A mistress once hid in a Motel 6 bed
He now would have quite proudly flaunted
And so to the best restaurant he did take
His passion of greatest amor
A sweet 26 to his arm he’d affix
And let’s call her his babe du jour
But just as a waiter was pouring their drinks
And put out their basket of bread
The two were harassed by a winged insect pest
Who persistently buzzed by their heads
And landed on lips, flitted to fingertips
And even left plenty of poop
But imagine the luck of that dear fly had struck
When the waiter did bring out the soup
Because oh that fly gave it the college try
To extract her revenge on a cheater
To the cruel world goodbye as she hastened to dive
And the second death was that much sweeter
OMG. How rich. You are so clever.
Thank you April!
A worthy end indeed!
Who says revenge is a dish best served cold…(just thought that up now…why isn’t that in my poem??!)
haha! It’s never too late!
I LOVED that you embedded “with queries abuzz in their heads.” Abuzz…. Haha!! The whole thing is just ingenious!!
Thank you Stephanie! It always makes my day to get a comment from you!
Hahahaha, drop dead brilliant! And I don’t mean the fly 😜!
Ha,ha! Thanks Kunal!
OH look who decided she can blog again. I guess you think you’re pretty fly now.
Oh right! I forgot that I had to ask your permission first. Did you have intentions of a pun with the whole fly thing?
You may now blog then. And of course that bad fly thing was a pun. Like I know any other type of humor?
Since you ask, I dub thee blogger.
Love love this…you can rhyme like no one else, that is fly!
Fly indeed! Thanks so much!
Oh, yes, sweet revenge…. haha!
Served warm!
Haha!!! 🍛
Have you been taking those pills again young Marissa…got me at the end for I presumed she would likely get swatted!
Oh no, those swatters rarely work anyway!
Oh wow Marissa what a story-poem!!! You’re so creative with your words! 😉
Thank you Carolina! So nice to hear from you!
You’re welcome Marissa! 😉
Waiter! Waiter! There’s my wife in my soup…!
Ha, ha!! That’s a good one!
This one is awesome.
Thank you Craig!
The fly had no death wish? By that time there were probably plenty of offsprings.
Yes, all with their own agendas for revenge, undoubtedly!
Don’t forget his mistress is still seeking her revenge for putting her up at the Motel 6
Marissa, you’re back! Fantastic! 🙂
Thanks Dina! Yes, trying to keep up now!
Oh yes, revenge is much sweeter the second time around. I had images of Dickinson ‘ s fly buzzing by before death 🙂
I admit to having to have Googled that. What an eerie poem. I guess the fly was ready in advance!
I was never a big Emily fan. I read only what I had to for the lit classes. She was an interesting character, though. … Flies must be intuitive, ha ha.
Come back as a fly
Good one
It’s been a long time dream of mine!
A most unusual choice to come back as a pest. You do have the wildest imagination 🙂
It’s been a long time dream of mine to come back as a fly on the wall and see what everyone really thought of me!
Damn…..I was hoping being the fly gave her the advantage……
Well, I guess it did, in it’s own sweet way!
Haha! I actually had a conversation with an old flame that we can get together again when I get reincarnated as a fly! You are a genius, Marissa!
Well, I guess that wouldn’t be cheating!
Not if you get swatted first! Haha!
This was clever. What a wonderful finale. This is one of my favorites. Bravo.
Thank you!
Haha… ok, so I have to know, was the soup gazpacho? Because, after all, they say revenge is a dish best served cold! (btw, stanza 5, line 3 is doubled up. I also noted a double “that” in Stanza 7, line 3.)
i thought of that later and definitely wondered why I hadn’t sooner as for sure would have added a line about revenge being a dish served…why I don’t know…hadn’t even considered the possibility of gazpacho!
I’m doing all right,Melissa. Some trauma here and there during the year, but now I mainly have the heat to combat. The A/C man is due today to fix it so we can start depending more on it and less on the fans that don’t do much good unless you’re directly in front of them. How’s you r son doig?
Sorry, should be “doing.”
Oh yes, similar troubles here since we only have an AC in the living room but I guess things could be a lot worse. My son is doing well. He’s progressing on the guitar and going into high school with some good grades. Let’s not even talk about what we had to go through to make that possible!
It’s the age. Buckle your seat belt. What high school is he going to?
He homeschools so he’s going to continue with that. It’s called Connections Academy.
Revenge is sweet, and poopy! It’s also a little soupy! 🤓 And this is why I don’t create poetry…
But that’s brilliant! Hey, I rhymed soup and poop…
Yeah you did!🍲💩
As the old song goes, metaphorically speaking, oops there goes another rubber tree plant.