Mahaha Poem by Ima Ryma

An eskimo, you should know me.
Mahaha is the name your kind
Gave to this demon who does be
In the Arctic for you to find.
My thin blue skinned white eyed self to
Smile and giggle and dance around
Just before I grab onto you,
And in my cold fingers you're bound.
Then you know you are dealing with
My being true in time and place.
I be for real, not merely myth.
You'll die with a smile on your face.

I watch you take last gasping breath,
As I do tickle you to death.