Quagmire Ponds

Mere mire and quagmire, not mere but more, now it had turned dire, I was splattered in face, two particles, came and plastered on cheeks, they smelled and were crow black, I was trying hard to get them off, somebody in the while, pushed me hard, I fell deep and good, in the mire pond, that nearby stood, now it was dire, I was gasping for breath, somebody had pulled it on me, by fraud and stealth, watch out for such pushers, they are abound, mostly they are found, doing quagmire rounds, its not that they have not been inside, you would be surprised to know, that they live in such quagmire ponds, and come out for victims doing rounds.