“The Drunk Fly”
“Mr. Bumper: The Drunk Fly”
I’m a fly window thumper
My name can’t be missed, Mr. Bumper.
I love those big glass windows
As I can’t bruise easily; I don’t have a nose.
When I go so fast just buzzing around
No headache do I get, for the pound.
That is why I’m a window thumper
And not a rear car end bumper.

That lamp coxed me to come in
To have a drink from a bottle of gin
I’m getting a bit too sloshed, can barely see
Turn, that light off, I got to pee.
Woman comes round; please let me sleep
I’m a dopey drunk fly, a mangy creep.
I’ll just take my bumps and go to sleep
I’ll be quiet, not a single peep.

I’ve had it, I’ll drink no more
Bottles empty, nothing to pour
Coffee is hot, now do I cheer?
Can’t drink it; it’s hot and smells like beer.
ZZZZZ

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