by Alan Van Dine
"CITY FLIES"
Flying sinkers, flying sliders,
though the target's slow and fat
you have swung, he is not smitten
You have missed
While your lobe is being bitten
you will find you broke your wrist
with your shoe
City flies are the survivors
of encounters such as this,
each a battle-tough guerrilla
fed on chocolate and vanilla
won from bring-em-back-alivers
such as you
by Alan Van Dine
ADDITIONAL POET'S CORNERS:
June, 1996
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