“What, are you catching flies?” she asked as I watched TV.
I responded with a shrug.
“Close your mouth,” she then scolded me.
I suppose, to avoid a flying bug.
But it happens again, I cannot deny
The fleshy portal opens sure and slow
I watch an episode of Olive and Popeye
And give mother’s orders an innocent blow
She glares at me and I once again comply
Although an overbite says otherwise
Honestly, I try and try and try
To sit closed-mouth and not over-agonize
I finally give up and go to bed
Where I can hold the mouth open and drool
I dream of butterflies and Crayola red
While The Fly finds a way to be cruel
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23 responses to #SoCS: The Fly
I love this!
Love your post Mary
This is wonderful, Mary. Such a lovely way to handle the prompt.
Thanks, Dan. I heard that phrase from my mom more times than I can count. In reality, it took until the motorcycle days to end up with a bug in my mouth. Yuck!
Ugh, I remember that feeling, too.
Cute prompt response! How often do we really catch flies that way? Unless we are frogs. (still streaming)
If you read my comment to Dan, I ate a few bugs (unwillingly) during my motorcycle days. They definitely do not taste good!
Yuck. I’m sure it was still worth the ride.
HAHAHA!! My mother used to say that to me! It was true, it was true!
That’s too funny. I thought I was alone with this one. Welcome aboard, Pam!
This was a fun one. Well done on a poem. Unfortunately one is forced when running to mouth breathe and like you on your motorcycle I’ve eaten my share of bugs so it can be true.
Thanks H. If only the bugs were chocolate covered before we swallowed them.
Hehe! I have tasted a fly as a child – my mother would give me 2 raisins as a treat. I thought I saw a dropped raisin in the window sill. It was a fly. I put it in my mouth and immediately spit it out shuddering. My mother would say, “Close your mouth, we aren’t at the dentist!”
Ewww. You must have thought about that fly for awhile every time you ate a raisin. And never picked up anything off the windowsill again. Ewww.
I heard that a lot growing up too! I don’t know that I ever caught a fly, but I did catch a bee while riding a bike. Trust me, a fly would’ve been less painful. 🙂 Has Gibbs ever tried to paw at your mouth while you’re sleeping? 🤔
No, Gibbs doesn’t paw at my mouth. But if I get up during the night, he wants attention and is incessant about it. Maybe then it would be good for him to have a fly to chase. 😉😄
He’s a charmer, that’s for sure. Fly chasing is great exercise for cats. 🙂
Aww, what a cute post 🙂
Thank you, Damyanti! 🙂❤
I always try to entertain, Ally! 🙂