“No one likes a fly,”
said the Fly with a sigh.
“No matter what I try,
they shoo me into the sky.”
“Hogwash,” said a voice, followed by a tap.
“Come tell me your story, come sit on my lap.
Sounds like you, Fly, have received a bad rap.”
“Who’re you?” asked the Fly. “Why, I” the voice said, “am the Venus Fly Trap.”
MUNCH!
Tweed Typewriter 
Must be always one’s guard. Love it.
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…now I expect to see the illustrations attached soon I can visualize the Fly..that nasty fly Poppi
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Light, fun, and to the point.
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