The Fly That Broke the Streak

The boy sat focused, locked in tight,
His fingers moved like pure delight.
The final round, the match was close,
His heart was racing, almost froze!

But then—a buzz, a sudden blur,
A flying menace starts to stir.
Right on his nose, then on the screen,
The most annoying thing he’d seen!

He swatted once, he swatted twice,
But missed the shot—oh, not so nice!
The enemy struck, the match was lost,
Because a fly had crossed his cross.

He stared ahead, jaw open wide,
While rage began to swell inside.
But then he stopped, took one deep breath,
"Let it go… it’s not life or death."

He saw the fly just sit and chill,
Completely unaware of the kill.
With calm, he smiled, and let it be—
“No fly’s gonna steal my peace from me.”

He lost the game, but won the day,
For anger, too, can fly away.

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