~
A fly in the ointment,
had no appointment;
he did what he wanted to do:
All was free-fare
with everything there!
and he fed to his fill until through.
Then being thus sated,
still nothing abated
his eating – so he ate, and he ate.
Now, the fly was ill-fated;
and flew over-weighted
into a web, over-head!
And the spider? Elated!
This was just what she waited,
for a fat fly to be over-fed.
The end of the story,
well, it gets kind of gory,
so I’ll skip to the title, instead:
Unless it’s bassackwards,
“You Are What You eat,”
Feuerbach himself had once said.
~
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
Revised 24 June 2013; 20 March 2014.
Fun poem!
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