The Scoop

At last the battle's won but here's the scoop.
The fly did die, but wound up in my soup

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2813442-Finish-the-Sonnet-Part-Three-The-Couplet Away! Away! you cursed, filthy fly! An invitation you did not receive Permitting you, perchance, to happen by; So please, I ask you now to take your leave! A Feast! A Feast! I'll not be sent away! My invitation drifted on the air ensuring me a place at your buffet. Relax! I'll only nibble here and there. (Second Stanza by Seagul) A buzz, a swat and dinner turns to war As spoons and soup are flung about the room The fly, fed up, says "ciao I'll zip next door" But there's a trap where she will meet her doom! At last the battle's won but here's a scoop. The fly did die, but wound up in my soup