THE FLY IN MY SOUP!

THE FLY IN MY SOUP

I looked down at my pea soup,

And I promise, it’s no joke,

I saw a housefly swimming

A great backstroke!

 

If my bowl was the Olympics,

This fly would be a winner!

Instead of an unwelcome guest

Swimming in my dinner!

 

But as the sole judge,

I grabbed card and pen,

And scored his backstroke

A perfect ten!

 

The fly looked up

And gave me a wink!

Then, before you say “backstroke,”

He dove into the drink!

 

Before I could grab a spoon,

Or do anything more,

The fly flew straight up

And out the door!

 

Looking back, I wonder,

What is the greatest mystery?

It’s not why he was in my soup,

But how a fly learned the best backstroke

In Olympic history!   😊