sweetie pie wrote:Sotos wrote:Poor mosquitoes. Nobody loves them. Everybody wants them deadWhere are our animal lovers to protest this behavior?
I've been bit by a thing so small you can't see
But if I had seen it no more would it be
For a thing so small to cause so much irritation
To kill it there would be lots of mitigation
The problem is by the time you know it
Its been and gone and your skin does show it
Then it itches like mad and you have to scratch it
Then it becomes sore and you have to watch it
I'm getting some stuff that repels mozzies they say
I'll give it a try and if it works, Whay Hay!!
What would please me more is if I could bash it
There would be so much pleasure if I could thrash it
Big Grin
Mosquito
by Deborah K. Frontiera
Familiar whine in my ear
You settle on my forearm
Prepare to pierce my skin with your proboscis
I raise my had to strike
Wait!
What if I let you complete the cycle?
You might feed the songbird
Who cheers my day.
You larvae might feed the minnow
Who feeds the fingerling
Who feeds the pike
Who feeds me.
You might be a meal
For the brown bat
Whose guano fertilizes
Tomatoes for my salad.
SMACK!
But not today.
Another Dead Mosquito
A little mosquito once sat on my arm,
her evil intent was to cause me some harm.
To stick in her proboscis and suck up my blood,
leaving behind a sore itch I must rub.
I think its quite mean doing something like that....
So I raised my right hand and I swatted her flat.
-----> This is for Sotos!!!!!!!!
A mosquito was heard to complain
A mosquito was heard to complain
That a chemist had poisoned his brain
The cause of his sorrow
Was paradichloro
Diphenyltrichloroethane.
Dr. D. D. Perrin
