To prey on a pray.

To prey on a pray.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I seek not to maim
nor do I accept blame
for my actions, but hear me out,
if I am touched inappropriately
by procreational means,
death will become you.
Furthermore any attempts
at coitus interruptus won’t save you
I’ll rip your head off and
eat your bloody brains out.
Do I make myself clear!
Now which one of you fools
wants to try first?
Yours faithfully, the female mantis.

Meanwhile, down a country lane
across meadows way
in a small insectarian inn
a male mantis orders another drink.
“ I say bar-ant, another beer for the road.”
“ Don’t you think you’ve had enough already?
“ I might as well have another, she’s
going to rip my bloody head off anyway
when I get home!”

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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LOL you have to give the mantis credit for the direct approach... no misleading necessary, just get on with it and tear it off! Lets be done with the whole thing:)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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