Ode to a Mosquito

Ode to a Mosquito ode

O lady of the night
O lady mosquito
What cruel trick of nature
Would divine to make it so
That war must rage
In perpetuality
Where you should seek
To give me strife
And I should seek
To take your life

What calamity!
What strangest fate!
That my blood must be drawn
For you to procreate
And added to this
For to be
Without my feeling
You must secrete a venom
Itchy. Bleeding.

But there it is
What can be done?
Nature has spoken
The battle’s begun
For She has made
The sad decree
We must be locked
In enmity
And I might attack
With mighty zeal
But you will forever
Bruise my heel

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I enjoyed this journey with you even though it had a sting in the tale!!!
Sorry I laugh at my reply to you, but yes how ingenious to make up a poem about
a mosquito.


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