Ode to the Eagle
Like the grease on the kadhai,
The garbage in the bin,
The dust that settles despite the broom.
Like monthly bills,
Like a bad penny,
Like a worn out battery,
Like a pesky cobweb,
Like the hole in the bucket.
Like the virus,
Like the milk spill on the counter,
Like that one mosquito near your ear all night
Some things are here to stay.
But come what may,
But here's what we can always say,
Stay away for your own good,
Coz if you show up,
I'll get to you before the virus ever could. 😈😈
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