An Ode to M, postmortem.
Just to be safe I'll call you M.
We met last night in the dim light
Of one minuscle candlelight.
I thought I'd seen your face before,
But, like I said, the light was poor.
So I turned 'round and looked away,
And let my wandering mind stray.
But you knew who I was, didn't you?
When, from the blue, as if on cue
You whispered gently in my ear
And vanished before I could hear.
You made me look around with fear
As your loud silence filled the air.
So, in deepened gloom, thanks to you,
I lowered my eyes, feeling blue.
But that was when you showed again
And made me bite my lip in pain.
I tried to hold you in my arm
But you thought I was out for harm.
Quickly you shifted to my left,
And so began our conga weft,
Me following, you in the lead.
You enjoyed it, I know you did,
You enjoyed it like a spoilt kid
Would enjoy messing with her feed.
To make it worse, from your pursed lips
You let that annoying song slip.
And so, as we waltzed to and fro
I got tired and let you go.
But as I sat down, overworked,
You made me cry out, "What the- ", shocked.
And that was when I slapped your face,
Spattering blood around the place.
"See, your bad blood has stained my shirt
"You itsy-bitsy piece of dirt.
"Imagine what you've made me do!!",
I blurted like a crazy Jew.
You didn't respond as I glared,
That was when I knew you were dead.
Look what you've done, you silly one,
I lost my temper, now you're gone,
I never really knew your name
Now we've ended our silly game.
You thought I wanted to harm you
But you were wrong, I wish you knew.
Go find your sisters, let them know
I'll always KILL a mosquito!!!
Uzuazo Onwah also writes for www.onwahuzuazo.blogspot.com
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