Nosee'um Poem
It's late
afternoon and I'm ready to give in to the tedium,
But, oh!
you sneaky nosee'um!
I never
know where you're going to or coming from.
You could
be breeding in the cymbidium,
Or in the
chrysanthemum.
There's
no telltale hum.
All of a
sudden, you've bit my bum
Right
through the peplum!
Scratching,
I look like I belong in Bedlam.
Bites as
round and red as a plum!
Forgot to
put on bug spray and now I feel dumb.
I wish I
could just go numb
Makes me
feel glum
Nothing
eases the itch like a little rum.
Yum
Yum!
By wmtheobald
12/2012
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