With doors and windows open wide
All sorts of creatures come inside.
They flap and buzz and give no peace,
All desperate for a quick release.

The best device I’ve found so far
Is a piece of card and plastic jar,
Kept on the kitchen window sill,
I scoop them up with care and skill.
So bees and wasps and butterflies
Return to blue and sunny skies.

I fail, however hard I try
To pit my wits against a fly.
These little beasts I really hate,
Especially near my dinner plate.
Those dirty feet, as black as ink...
Where have they been? I hate to think.

I bought a swatter – yes I did,
It only cost about a quid.
With one swift smack across the bottom
Thy didn’t even know what got ‘em.
That really puts them in their place,
And puts a smile upon my face.

Brenda Board, Northallerton