They are never seen at night,
But they stalk you in the day..
As soon as you’re outside,
That’s when they make their play...
I’m talking about them flies,
That drive you bloody mad...
They can quickly turn a good day,
Into something really bad...
At first there’s only one,
Surely he’s no threat...
But soon he brings his mates,
Just as you start to sweat...
First buzzing around your ears,
And then landing on your clothes...
Then this kamikaze bugger,
Fly’s right up your flamin nose...
It’s a terrible sensation,
As he’s wriggles all about...
You start snorting like a pig,
To get that bastard out...
And if that is not enough,
Another one crawls down in your throat...
You bend your head and neck,
And start coughing like a goat...
And it’s not until the sun goes down,
That you’re rid of all these flies...
Just a few short hours of quality time,
Before my next demise…
So enjoy this time without them,
Give your hands a rest...
Because at sunrise tomorrow,
They will put you to the test...
Len Newey 2014