11 April, 2007

Cats and Mosquitos

When I was a kid I would believe
To each cat 9 lives God doth give

But some roads buried their carcasses
So concluded I such were not the cases

All cats that meet their first demise
Are but dead without compromise

Their bodies decay and be unseen
Their spirits go straight Upstream

A grown up now I am not that silly
To believe in such a ridiculous folly

I can even tell with utter conviction
To mosquitoes nine lives are given

See, even now, as I’m jotting this down
Hundreds of them are hovering around

My head, my neck, my hands, my feet
Not only do they make me feel the heat

They also turn me, such a genial feller
Times and again indeed a serial killer!

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