Ode to a Dead Fly

By Selah:

Ode to a Dead Fly.

Dead fly, you are adorable

you never are deplorable.

You ever are so smorgable,

never at all horrible.

Your wings,

they shine!

They shine,

with slime!

Your eyes are orange,

and nothing else rhymes

with orange.

Your body, all green and black

why would anyone want to attack

an adorable dead fly like you, my dear.

An adorable dead fly like you.

In death your legs fold

Your awesomeness never grows old.

I love you, dead fly

I love you.

You land on my nose!

Clutching a rose!

You DIE on my nose!

And fall to my toes!

You're dead!

The joy!

You're dead!

Yes, my children are strange. They have this weird obsession with dead flies. And by the way "smorgable" means extremely cute.  Don't worry, I don't let them keep all the dead flies they collect. They have to bring them to a friend's house. (This friend shares their love for dead flies.)