The Brutal Murderer

"You murderer," accused she
He was bewildered
"Murderer, me?" asked he
She looked away with disgust
"I killed none," he barked
"I witnessed it all," she declared
Still perplexed, he asked
"Witnessed what?"
"The struggle and the way you killed,"
She promptly walked away.
To the bone he was chilled
With what happened that day
He tried hard to recall
Everything he had done
As far as he could remember,
The whole day had been fun
Then why had she called him a killer?
It was too much for him to digest
He closed his eyes, retracing the events
Had he offended her in jest?
And then it struck him
Loud and clear
He remembered the way it had happened
From the moment he could hear
The buzz of the approaching enemy
The long struggle he had had
Till he had nailed him to the wall
And struck him hard with the pad
Blood stained the wall
As the enemy breathed his last
He suddenly jumped out
Of his reverie into the recent past
He called her up at once
To talk to him she refused
He apologized and cajoled her
Till she seemed defused
He then told her,
"I didn't know that animal rights
Included mosquitoes
And other creatures of nights,"
"But of course," she breathed
"Promise me you'll never kill
Another mosquito in your life,
Or break up with you forever, I will!"