An easy solution

I try to catch a fly for hours.
 

I read, it whizzes past,
I want to hit it, but I miss.
I look for it,
it can’t be seen.
 

Still I hear it
humming,
buzzing,
whirring,
droning,
bumbling
around and around.
 

It annoys me.
There it is, here it is,
come and gone.
 

I am fed up.
I get up.
 

I want to gulp down
the last drop of whisky in my glass
only to find that the fly has drowned in it.