A tale of 3 poems

“What is a tale of 3 poems?”, your minds may wonder.

The meaning of it, as you read, you may ponder.

But it in fact, is simple as the title says.

“A tale of 3 poems” is just that, in all the ways.

The 1st poem

I woke up this morning,

With a stretch and a sigh.

“I’m still tired”,

And my mind wondered why.

Until, towards the kitchen,

A few steps I took.

The coffee pot laying there,

Was the hook.

Of the black elixir,

I took a sip.

And the 1st poem,

Till here I’ll keep.

Blood sucking mosquitoes

Bzz! Bzz! Zmm! Zmm!

They started the ruckus.

“Oh, the army is here,

And now, they’ll suck us”.

No, not The Count,

Not even a leech.

It’s those mosquitoes,

And the swatter is out of reach.

Closing with a rant

“I’m angry, I’m pissed!”

Oh wait! I might just be famished.

I got to consume,

Else, I shall perish.

The fridge is almost empty,

And house to a spider.

All I’ve got,

Are 2 eggs and some cider.

The store’s far away,

And walking is a chore.

So, I’ll just pull the covers,

And sleep some more.

With coffee and mosquitoes,

And blood and chore.

I shall draw to an end,

And write no more.

For if I dare,

To carry on this farce.

You will click the tiny X,

And this tale shall be scarce.