Fly in the Ointment.

   Once I dissected a fly

Don’t know why

But dissected a fly

Put it under a microscope

And saw its blood flow before it should die

Moving inner organs like a isotope

So clean and pure

Perfect thing

All neat and precise

Unlike some bee with deadly sting

But meant to be so concise

Then its blood did halt

And inner organs went lame

I felt sad coz it was my fault

And thought never to do the same.

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