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Best for Last
Just as I’m ready to ingest
the morsel I consider best
and so picked out from all the rest
to be my last bite, savored with zest—
last memory of this gourmet fest—
from north and south and east and west,
descends each winged little pest,
radared in on diabolical quest
as though invited at my behest.
They put my appetite to the test,
settling as though to the nest,
their hairy feet intimately pressed
upon that morsel that I loved best.
I wave my hand over them, lest
they eat too much, then I confess
I guiltily consume the rest.
The prompt today is pest.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
LOL! I wondered if you were going to eat that after all. Good for you!
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I wouldn’t be amused sacrificing my last morsel of delicious tidbit to a pesky fly.
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Such a fun use of “est” and being one who often saves the best bite for last, no guilt is necessary.
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Thanks for reading and especially for enjoying and commenting!!!
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I would have done the same!
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Aha, true confessions day.
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I had a similar experience last night when a mosquito immersed itself in my food. I couldn’t wave it away but I did spoon it out along with some of the food and then ate the rest.
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Teehee! Pesky flies…love this poem.
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Thanks, Michelle. A bit gross, but where rhyme takes one sometimes!!!
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I enjoyed it. 😀
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Wasn’t it your dad who asked Doris, “What’s on the menu besides flyspecks and kechup?”
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Really? I’ve never heard that before. Wonder what she answered.
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