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It is mosquito season here in Santa Pola, so I thought I would share my latest poem in honor of it. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to share it, and I'd love to hear if you like it.
Homicidal Glee
I feel a homicidal glee
At killings I cannot see
But the zaps I hear
Are music to my ear
Mosquitos buzzing around
With that annoying sound
Drawn by the enticing light
Hiding the electric might
Of the killing zone.
Oh, I love that tone
That wonderful sound
Resonating around.
Now some do sizzle
But many just fizzle
Still dead is dead
As has been said.
I’m particularly fond
Of the electric wand
As I wave it through the air
It hardly seems fair
That so may of these mites
Will no longer be giving bites,
But there is a definite thrill
Of going for the kill
But no matter how hard I try
And how many of them die
More come to take their place
Invading my private space.
I’m not so very sure
That I can win this war
But I sure am trying
To expedite the frying.
© Michael Rocharde, June 2021