The fly felt terrible as it flew around
trapped in the car, Johannesburg bound.
It hated the movement, the rolling on,
sick to its stomach, it travelled on.
Stumbling, it flew from the back, to the front,
to the side window, and into the trunk.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out!" it cried,
holding its stomach, in surprise.
The car finally stopped. Its doors openend wide.
Out flew the fly, with a huge sigh!
"Never again will I venture inside,
a moving vehicle that sways side to side."
- Merril Wilson -
[Credits: Prince Albert Friend, Issue 318, September 2024, p. 12]