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Click, that’s a computer trick

Finger tips dance

Once buttons are pressed, next alert

That’s how the courtship starts.

Those love mosquitoes

Fly through the net

They hover on screens.

Once bitten twice shy

 Now a cliché

It does not apply

Those love mosquitoes never bite.

If there is a glitch

Or a twitch

They cleverly ditch

And alter their pitch

They switch loyalties

They go another line, and profess

On some other screen

And things are fine.

Then they chant a song of love

‘If you are mine

I’ll willingly sign

We’ll tie the knot

And happily dine.’