Corona's Kingdom Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

He had a snooze on the chair after lunch
and his cellphone slipped from his hand.
His Rosy came in his dream to smack him
with scowling looks, and said: "How are you my smasher? "
" O my lashing Rosy with stinging words, " he said.
" I don't talk dear! A touch! Simple touch! That will do".
"I loved you to bathe in falls and run on vales, dear.
Love is not boxing to punch and tear with your fist."

"My fave! Book flight tickets to Wuhan! Or else I'll flit
to join my mum, a tramp in Newyork, where Trump rules."
"My God! Why your mum flitted to York dear? "
"I was incubator-born.To enlarge our relations, my multiple sisters
galloped like Alexander to form our Corona's Kingdom. "
"Who are you strangler? Stand away. You squeeze
my throat to stop my breath. Hey, bring me pills."
" I can take nine shapes for nine planets and engulf this universe;
it will take a year to find a cure for me. Hcl quine is obsolete;
take Tamil Siddha drink; you can leave my grip on bail! ", she laughed.