a mosquito pome!

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

evan you are hilarious!!

No Kaju, I haven't moved. Which would explain the 90 mosquito bites on my left leg, the 45 bites on my right leg and then rest on the rest of me!

now then.

No mosquito, do not bite!
Couldn't you just be polite,
And have some pity on my plight?
Why? I think it's not quite right,
For you to suck blood, in spite,
Of your hunger's thirsty might.
For in your flight,
When I, the prey, came into sight,
You, the evil sprite,
On my pretty skin so white,
Did decide just to alight,
Giving me such a great fright,
(I suppose, to your delight)
That against you, I could not fight,
Yelling "ouch!" loud into the night.
Since twas you who did incite,
These itchies when there was no light,
And for this terrible slight,
Which upon me is such a blight,
Because my skin you did ignite,
That, to you, this poem I write,
When the itch is at its height,
and those red bumps I excite.
(and i'd say my pants are tight,
and that i'm an episcopal knight,
but my dear that's much too trite...)
I beg you, please do be contrite.
And I'd think it quite alright,
If you didn't bite me tonight.
(now after this poem i recite,
tell me... which did i not itch?)

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