November 26, 2008

THE NOTORIOUS MOSQUITO

On my bed I was asleep,
My sleep was sound and deep,
I was disturbed by a mosquito
It came as confident as a hero.
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It first came on my hand
for a long time did it stand
I tried to hit it
But it escaped my hit.
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It then came on my face,
My hand went towards it with full pace
I tried to hit it again
But my attempt was in vain.
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At last it came on my shoulder,
My hand hit it like a boulder,
The mosquito could not fly,
At last it did die.
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I felt that I was a real hero
who killed the notorious mosquito
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2 comments:

Yamini Meduri said...

he he he
three cheers to the successful supe women of this blogger world....

funniest poem i ever read....

Aparna said...

@ jimmy: thanks i'll do that

@ yamini: thanks dear

New updates:

" The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of everything;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way. "

Aparna