Ode to the Kamikaze Mosquito
Attack Squadron, ready!Ready! Ready to Attack?
Front line: Mike, Nike, Spike?
Needles on, pointed, steady.
Where is Kamikaze Jack?
Didn't catch that?
What did you say?
He lost his WHAT?
I get the point!
Looking through piles of hay?
For what? His needle?
In a haystack? You don't say!
Kamikaze Squad, ready?
Ready! Ready to Fly?
Ready to Die, Suh!
Mack? Here. Slack? Near!
Jack? Armor shack, I fear!
Oaths said, heads wrapped,
venom racks, fly in packs
silent mode along the road
hidden leaves, hide in grass
bite them on their naked . . .
Look! There's Jack, on the fly;
looks content. Wonder why?
Mosquito Squadron flight by day
Death squad flies by dead of night
Mack 'n Slack fly leading flight
Buzzing echoes all the way
Mack the Knife 'n Slashin' Slack
behind famed Kamikaze Jack.
He had no point but puts a dent
he batters with blunt instrument
no point but hammerhead instead
strapped on to kamikaze head.
Alas, poor Mack and Slack had died
their stingers struck insecticide.
Yet, Jack lived on another night
an encore kamikaze flight.
[Repeat performance coming.]
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 17:16
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