Little mosquito leave me alone
I know you’re trying to get a last
blood meal, but really get out of
I don’t want you here, I’d like it
if you were far like maybe living up
at the northern star.
Your buzzing makes me cringe and
my teeth tend to grind whenever I
hear a noise of that kind,
So please, please will you just get out
I’ll even open the door or window if
it’ll speed your departure, this chasing and
smacking at you with me tripping down is pure torture.
go, go, go away from me you little blood sucking thing
and take that stupid noise with you, you know the one you make
with your stupid little wings.
You’ve bitten me not once and not even twice I checked
each scratch and found out that you’ve bitten me thrice!
Listen you bastard and evil blood sucker
take your leave of me now, damn it go
you rotten mother………………
(c) 2010 Joelle Wilson. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any manner without permission of the author.