A Fly

The windows have been shut for days

So I cannot begin

To comprehend exactly how

A fly has gotten in.

 

The A/C’s working overtime

To counteract the heat

And though we’ve ventured out at times,

We beat a fast retreat.

 

It’s possible, I guess, that fly

Did hitchhike on our clothes

Or maybe in a shopping bag

Or someplace no one knows.

 

No matter how he made it in,

The next time he is sighted,

The swatter will be on the move,

‘Cause he was not invited!