A Different Fly

A fly once had a miserable life
A life that was by no means different
It did all the things that flies do
Which was mostly hanging by the dumps

"Dad, do you really like this place?"
Asked the youngster fly
"Yes, of course, son,"
Nodded dad, not really wondering why

Son-fly turned up his nose
Couldn't stand the taste nor smell
"Dad, I am leaving here.
"I'll find a better place than this obnoxious hell

So son-fly flew up and onwards
Letting the wind of grass guide him
That took a while, for rubbish was everywhere
While the sight of grass was slim

When he landed at a stop
A well primmed lady sat with a hat
A hat with pinned-on flowers
A free ride for which the fly was glad

On she wandered for high tea
To the local hotel and buffet hall
Such a spread of goodies the fly had 
Never, ever seen or dreamt of before

His compound eyes grew large
His probocis flared in and out
Ooh, is this the nirvana
That flies see before lights out?

"Fly, fly to the American Pie
So damn delicious I die-die must try
Them good ole boys drink longkang jui and sai
Dang, I am hanging about here till I die
This is the day that I will die..."

And so the son-fly hummed 
As the speaker played
To that classic American anthem
Of whiskey in rye and good ole American hay

Then off he flew to the American Pie
By the sugared drinks and goods baked
Till he spied something yellow
Hmm, is that some kind of rice cake?

He settled down on the sushi bar
On a piece of sushi omelette
Ooh, cooked food and so fresh
For once no need to hide his gourmet side

Such yellow on white
Like the yolk on egg one time he found
Like the sun awaking in the morning
Something his pals never found profound

So this special fly knelt and said a little prayer
Dear Lord, thank you thank you for this trip
You have made me different
But I know now it is not a wasted trait

As the son-fly waxed lyrical of the sushi knob
A lady too was gawking at the pleasant sight
Till later she saw the son-fly on the dish
She quickly posted on FB and indicated the slight

"Would you do anything if you spotted
 A housefly rested on the sushi?"
Some said to call for the waiter
While others thought eat with the fly lor, silly

That is quite the thought
As I've found gourmands pleasant company
But not for once have I entertained
Eating one just for posterity

And I never knew what happened to Son-fly
But I doubt it survived long
I just hope it made the journey though
To that American Pie mentioned in the song

- by TC Lai *longkang jui and sai - drain water and poop/rubbish (Hokkien).