I have a kitchen full of food which you would like to eat.
There’s aubergines and cheerios and lots of chewy sweets.
And yet there are some fruit flies there who seem to have forgotten
that fruit is nicest when it’s fresh; they only eat it rotten.
No wonder they’re so very small. I swear they’re getting thinner.
If only they would sit with me and eat a proper dinner.
Paul Hughes 2008
Ahhh, reminds me of many lectures about being kind to fruit flies! If only they could read to see how you adore them! A cool poem x
Love the poem!