THE SCORPION NIGHT
The day was cool and deathly lonely
It was indeed a dark saturday
The thundering rain was not helping matters
The tumult of the cool night invited the scorpion to lay siege
though his visit was treasable from an uncement hole
All I know it was the scorpion night.
Piously walking to the louvers was the chief of the house
The room was dark but the road was not blind.
It was thundering, raining and lightening.
Oh drop of water on my piano, the gift of my service year
As I move to make a stop with a vile kiss the intruder stunk
And like a needle it pieced through my bones and blood
Like the movement of an hurricane
Oh scorpion my unwelcomed visitor in the darkest corner of my room
Why did you choose this forlone night of all
A shout was heard, it was the chief of the house.
Alas! He is a clown said the helper.This he does to attract attention.
A doctor was called.
The battle line between David and goliath was drawn
The intruder was destroyed
The chief of the house, the victor won the fight.
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