On the Yadkin muddy flow its the time when May flies Who have no sense of Calendar Appear in June They splat and attach They swarm and mash And mostly they pestulate Us well meaning water dwellers I wish nature's mother Would provide this brethren Of pestulant spree A dad blamed note Hint fly of May Its JUNE
06/12/2010
I quite enjoyed this poem, particularly the 2nd stanza. Our June bugs are similarly calendarily challenged :)