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October 11, 2013
You’ll know it
if you’re stung
by the Mexamula fly.
There’ll be a tear
in your eye,
as it bids you goodbye.
If you’re lucky
you will faint, but
you might even die,
that’s the power
and the strength
of the Mexamula fly.
It may settle
in your hair,
if it detects any dye
It’s particularly
fond of henna,
no-one knows why?
So never scratch
your head and upset
the Mexamula fly,
when it’s settled
in your ‘comb over’,
with sun high in the sky.
Let it explore
undetected, and
pray it doesn’t try
to pierce your skin
and draw blood –
that evil Mexamula fly.
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