African mosquitoes have
Have the size of a grown man, s shoe
They have two heads joined with a screw
The big head is in the east,
While the least
Is where they themselves ease
Their brains are roofed by
Their buttocks;
And their thoughts clothed with socks.
They have rusted hearts
They have manicured faces.
They have no traces;
And are siphoning aces
African mosquitoes do not feed
On slices of blood
But a diet of revered dollar notes
Stewed with our frailly coins
African mosquitoes
Do not cause malaria
Lest they be belittled;
Dearth himself
Is their bedfellow.
nice and funny poem.. keep writing.. all the best thank you...
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Malaria! ! With the muse of the African mosquitoes. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.