Morning all, I'm still kicking myself over loosing that piece yesterday.
Now this is nowhere near as good, in fact I've literally just made it up in the last ten minutes, it's very simple but in honour of the fly girls here goes. This is not a poem, just a silly ryhme, I will try and put that piece together again at some stage.
Theres a fly in my soup.
Surrounded once by clutter
My house was one big mess
A notion of routine was alien
I sadly must confess
But there one Monday morning
As I surveyed the myer
Along came Kelly's mission
To which I could aspire
Now nothing happened instantly
In fact twas rather slow
But lord in fifteen minutes
My heart began to glow
To those not into flying
A shiny sink sounds naff
But just three short weeks later
I've got a tidy gaff
And what a lovely bunch of flyers
If I may say so myself
There really is much more to us
Than dusting down the shelf
So join me as I raise a glass
In honour of our troupe
We really are the best by far
A hearty kindered group.
To each and everyone one of us
I salute us all for trying
So there you go
That's my bit done
I'm off to do some flying