The Fly

There was once a fly,
Shown a beautiful sky,
Thrown a wonderful pie,
O'er joyed! it tried,
Flew higher and high,
Till the lights drew nigh;
Then hit a damn glass ceiling!

Tried harder than hell,

Cast all the spells,
Rang all the bells,
But down it fell,
Godspeed him well!
What could it tell?
Kept hitting that damn glass ceiling!

No longer a kid,
Evolve it did,
Diamond claws it hid;
The skies now lit,
This time it flew,
Fast as it could;
@###, who removed the damn ceiling?!

Moral of the poem is: Always wear a helmet before you fly.