The horse and the fly  Were moseying on by Singing together a tune When what did appear But a jug of cold beer Which was quickly downed by the two Now you think that horse Was the glutton of course As a matter of fact she was not The fly was the boozer He did not refuse her When the horse made her move from on top The result I must say Of the union that day Is the origin of the horsefly


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.