A fly on the noseSeenFeltYet unassailable.Staring throughMillion eyesRubbing few of its handsIn a smirkYet seemingly vulnerableA strike Must do the trickA quick And a precise oneElse you may have your noseUnavailable But that’s whatThe superior human mind thinksStrategising a strikeBut a fraction to lateFor the dipteranIs unconquerableIt fliesQuicker than the strikeIt’s a flyNo wonderThe contemptContinue reading “A fly on the nose”
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