GREENFLY IN THE EYE

GREENFLY IN THE EYE

I’m huge compared to a greenfly,

So why do they always manage to get in my eye?

My stomach is a bigger target, as it fills a lot of space,

And whilst I’m on this subject... what about spots on the face?

With an angry head stretching the skin so tight,

And you were hoping to meet a girl tonight.

Why do they appear in places fully on show?

All shiny like a beacon with a yellowy glow.

Then when buying new clothes to look and feel great,

Compared to the model you look a right state.

Saggy bottom in trousers, belly poking through the shirt,

Though the model was Valentino, you were more a Bert.

We try in vain as we get older to be so very young,

Women are the worst; they can be so highly strung,

Don’t say they look fat, wrinkled or aged, it’s best stay shtum,

And for Gods sake never comment on their going south bum.

It’s true our life is full of oddities and various annoyance,

So I can’t see anything wrong with fun and over indulgence.

Enjoy your drink, your chocolate, smoke your fags and never let it be said,

 You didn’t live life to the full, before ending up dead.

Next time you get a greenfly land straight into your eye,

It’s only an inconvenience to you, that poor little thing will die.

Remember that squashed little greenfly lay dead in your salty tear,

It’s only one of many irritants that fill your miserable year.

Phil Hall     March 2013