ICE CREAM
I was wandering around when I saw it,
So creamy and white in a bowl,
So of course I flew straight towards it,
And fell fast as a tunnelling mole.
I hit something hard and shiny,
I was a little confused for a minute,
There was the bowl with the ice cream,
And I thought oh how I want to be in it.
I think someone opened the window,
So I flew over to see,
The window was open a little,
But in it there was a small bee.
The bee went after the ice cream,
So I followed as fast as I could,
I looked to see if he'd eat it,
And wondered if he would.
The bee flew towards the nice flowers,
So I flew onto the table,
And as hard as I tried to fly off,
I found I was no longer able.
There I was stuck on the ice cream,
My wings were useless and curled,
I might have been icy and sneezing,
But I was the happiest fly in the world.
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Dearest Ms. Fly,
As arranged previously, we shall meet tonight in the kitchen. You shall find me waiting for you in a clear glass bowl.
Yours lovingly,
Tangy Lemon
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