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Invaders New Poem

invaders

Invaders

Where the apples fall
Bouncing like so many balls
Settling at last
Along come the intruders
From land and air
They all enjoy and share

The crop is ruined
And the fruit is polluted
Infiltration is executed
Whomsoever thought they were stupid
The human was the thickest
Outsmarted by the insect

The worm and slater
Were there later
First to arrive was the fly
Inserts it’s eggs where the fruit lie
The damage was done
The fruit fly had won

Four seasons would pass
Once again the insects arrive
They always survive
Though Orchardist did strive
The insects were always alive
Again, came the flies

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