The best disguise
is one of stealthy guise
with so many tries
I ended up as a fly.
Why did I choose a fly?
I wanted to lie
wished to be sly
so choose a fly.
A fly is here
it would be there
could be anywhere
as well as everywhere.
It is easy to be like that
I thought so in fact
how hard it turns in stat
is an experience in flat.
I became a fly for a moment
sat in a place as if in a torment
flies do not sit in a place permanent
unfortunately, I sat there adamant.
Knowing, not my disguise for a second
a child walked over me in a trend
ouch, I cried in pain with a bend
I got hurt beyond a mend.
That is the end of my disguise so soon
for not a child I would have been doomed
conceal does not come easily to me as I thought
came to know later it could be bought.
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