A swift humiliation

As I panted away in desperation

with an ashamed agony,

She coiled and twisted away from me,

like a lithe snake to a maguni.

For every torturous step I took,

and every gulp of air,

"Come on", she seemed to say

"Grow a pair".

And as I looked furtively at her,

jumping like Jordan, Michael

She flew past me

like on Annamalai's cycle.

So I stopped and wondered,

at this mocking dance,

But she ran right on,

with nary a step thrown askance.