
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! 😊