Ode to a Mosquito
October/10/2007 09:32 PM Mississippi River
I wrote this piece of
breathless prose way up in Minnesota after getting
eaten alive one evening. The mosquitoes up there are
unreal!
Ode to A Mosquito
Mosquito. Oh you @!*^%*# mosquito.
My loathing toward you has no bounds.
None.
You are my nemesis.
No friend would torment me so.
Painful proboscis poking.
Suck, suck, sucking away at me.
There'll be no quarter for you.
Why must you torment me?
I’ve done you no harm, yet.
Come hither my pretty. Just a little closer.
Steady now. That’s it.
So small.
So insignificant.
Time for you to meet your maker.
Leave me be.
Mosquito. Oh you @!*^%*# mosquito!
Ode to A Mosquito
Mosquito. Oh you @!*^%*# mosquito.
My loathing toward you has no bounds.
None.
You are my nemesis.
No friend would torment me so.
Painful proboscis poking.
Suck, suck, sucking away at me.
There'll be no quarter for you.
Why must you torment me?
I’ve done you no harm, yet.
Come hither my pretty. Just a little closer.
Steady now. That’s it.
So small.
So insignificant.
Time for you to meet your maker.
Leave me be.
Mosquito. Oh you @!*^%*# mosquito!
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