Tuning into mosquito frequencyA Poem by andrew mitchell
Mosquito squadron leader,
do you read me over? Yes HQ loud and clear. Flying over site of interest now Sir. What is your subject, over? We did a low pass, over. She is blonde in a bikini two piece ,over. Any place to land safely squadron leader? Yes Sir, her flat belly is perfect just below her twin peaks, over. Carry on squadron leader, over and out. Ok, checking landing gear. Check! Running low on fuel, must land. Let’s go everyone, good luck! The eagle has landed, about to commence refuelling now. Ouch! You little s**t! Splat! Splat! Blood spilt. Mosquito carcass flicked to oblivion. Ant ambulance arrives with Ant emergency crew removing all evidence. Meanwhile, abort mission, abort. Turn off your high frequency. Subject in rage. Repeat subject in rage. Where are you, you little s***s? Everyone return to base, over and out. © 2024 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 25, 2024 Last Updated on September 25, 2024 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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