On A Killing Spree - Poem by Soma Mukherjee
The cockroaches, spiders, mosquitoes, flies and ants,
Monsters! there is very little that they can't.
I have seen them in the kitchen, toilet, bedroom and hall,
Strolling, dancing, trecking on the floor and the wall.
They dont seem to be ever ashamed of their deeds,
Have warned and threatened but they dont seem to pay any heed.
Finally I gave up and called in pest control,
Killing these dare devils seemed to be their goal.
So when I go to the toilet tonight, won't be welcomed by any of these on the seat,
No self invited bugs in the kitchen, no, not even those who put up with the heat.
For once I will put my feet up and soak up the sun,
Lets these men in jumpers take over and see the fun.
Ah bliss, oh the weather, see that tiny little hole,
Nope, no surprises going to come out to torture my soul.
I am ruthless today, playing terminator to the hilt,
Am determined to get rid of these crawlers, who have no guilt.
For years they have invaded and rampaged my house like goons,
Finally their time is up, whether they shout or croon.
This will be a massacre not a small kill,
And for this I will gladly pay the bill.
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