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Circle flies
by ed parrish

Ol' Curly in his six-wheel truck was driving most demure,
Hauling down the wasteland road a load of fresh manure,
He looked into the mirror and seen behind them pies,
Red and blue bubble lights; he braked in great surprise.

The dep'ty was in-censed. He strutted past the wagon,
"Old man," sezee, "Y'r taillight's out, and you've got chains a'draggin',
"You drove right past that big old sign, says thirty-five's the limit,
"You was doing thirty-seven! Boy, I'm trouble, and you're in it!"

Just then the dep'ty noticed a buzzing most ferocious,
Fifty-'leven flies around him, swooping in precocious,
He batted them with no effect, his ticket book a swatter,
Just made them flies accelerate. That got the dep'ty hotter.

"They're circle flies," Ol' Curly said. "They orbit mule's behinds,
"They loop my hinny every day. Don't pay 'em any mind."
"You calling me a donkey's rump?" The dep'ty's voice did rise,

"I'd not do that," Ol' Curly said.
"But you can't fool them flies."