She lay there, unperturbed.
A gentle whisper near my ears.
She dodged my outstretched hands.
A mockery in her eyes.
As I lay on my head, for some shut eye.
Again she went, a whisper and a taunt.
Made me wide awake and agile.
She was fast and frisky.
I was so not to be.
She just wanted to see me try.
I just wanted to get this over
Then did I whip out my tool.
Brandishing like a sword I went after her, oh my dear
Crack went the whip
Crackled and mangled she lay.
In the electric net of doom, her remains astray
Thus concludes the tale yonder
Of how I killed a Fly that interrupted my slumber
The Philologist 