swat!
and missed again.
moony, half-eyed,
i sit up.
there has to be a way.
but these fella's too
are buzzing with ideas.
one zooms over,
a few twirls and
settles on my big toe.
it needles in,
sipping in the nectar.
hehe! here's ma chance.
i take out my maths text.
[400 pages, not even
God may decipher]
with full force
down it comes,wham!
three days have past.
dunno about the little one,
but my big one is sore.
i swear by Aryabhatta,
[father of mathematics]
noone ever inflicted more harm
on man than thy man himself.
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