A Fly and the Lady
A fly of unusual size
Saved from the web by the lady bug.
It wasn't difficult to free him,
She just gave a pull and a tug.
A fly of unusual height
He seemed pleased to be the one freed,
But required distraction to ease
His troubled mind of the dirtied.
A fly of unusual strength,
His prime entertainment of choice
Was to test lady's loyalty
And to pirate her singing voice.
A fly of unusual might,
His twitchy face soon sprouted fangs.
Fear flashed through the lady's eyes when
The fly struck such horrible pangs.
A fly of unusual sight,
He showed the lady who he really was.
Wings shed and legs arched toward the sky,
The fly revealed his lying cause.
Because the fly was not a fly,
He was the one who spun the web.
He tricked her into loving him
So he could make her final bed.
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