‘ Hey, Harry, what are you doing?’
Asked Henrietta, his wife
‘Swatting flies, my lovely,’ he said
Their droning was giving me strife’
‘Have you caught any?’ she asked
‘Yes, I’ve done very well
Three males and a couple of females’
She enquired, ‘How can you tell?’
‘It wasn’t a difficult assumption’
He said, now free of the drone
‘Three were on my beer can
And two were on the phone!’