A fortnight ago,
She buzzed in my ear,
I thought it intentional
I thought it her way of sounding her horn,
Announcing she was ready to battle me
All night her stings kept me awake,
My bed our battlefield
The following morning I consulted she who holds the world's knowledge:
Me: Why does she make me her foe, why does she on a daily basis bring me woe?
Madame Google: Harm to you she means not to bring, your blood she finds vital for reproducing her offspring.
Hence, I summoned her for a meeting,
suggested we reach an understanding
I told her to your heart's content my blood you can drink ,
but in that small little pink room dare you not fly your wings
Today as I write...
In her cradle my princess sleeps, on her little face tiny spots of red
And on the table lies an empty spray can of raid...
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
A fortnight ago,
She buzzed in my ear,
I thought it intentional
I thought it her way of sounding her horn,
Announcing she was ready to battle me
All night her stings kept me awake,
My bed our battlefield
The following morning I consulted she who holds the world's knowledge:
Me: Why does she make me her foe, why does she on a daily basis bring me woe?
Madame Google: Harm to you she means not to bring, your blood she finds vital for reproducing her offspring.
Hence, I summoned her for a meeting,
suggested we reach an understanding
I told her to your heart's content my blood you can drink ,
but in that small little pink room dare you not fly your wings
Today as I write...
In her cradle my princess sleeps, on her little face tiny spots of red
And on the table lies an empty spray can of raid...