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There she was again at the periphery of my vision,
She did not realise how big an irritation,
Now my rage was getting out of control,
Oh! How I’d love to part her body from soul!
This was the limit! She’d kissed every man around,
And now turned my way- to gloat or hound?
I knew what I had to do,
To save my skin, I had to give her her due.
My sweaty palms, I wiped on my skirt,
And cleaned my glasses for specks of dirt,
Unwavering my eyes settled on that pile of she-crap,
And then, with precise aim, my hands gave a thunderous clap.
Yes!!! She was dead, the end of the war.... finito!
I’d finally killed that blood sucking anopheles mosquito!
-Marisha
Dec'99