SKEETER

This is a poem I wrote during vacation in the Upper Peninsula Michigan

Skeeters

Buzzzzzz Buzzzzz anoying bug

You wait for me to sleep
I want to smash you here and now Come and fight me fair you creep

I don't care that you're so small

And I'm a giant when compared
I really think that you should come And fight me fair and square

I know that I can swat you

Annihilate that buzzzzzz
If only I could get a chance To make you the bug that "was"

But everytime I swat and swear

I miss you by a fraction
My hands are waving in the air A tiny bug creates such action

Finally You've bested me

I'm tired of the fight
I'll just sit and sacrifice My wrist to your sharp bite

Then when you think you've won

Happily you fill your need
Fatter and fatter you do get As on my wrist you feed

A wicked smile spreads on my face

For on my blood you've fed
I raise my hand above my wrist And smash you bloody dead

Who's the winner of this battle

I don't think it was me
Because the itch will drive me mad From a damn bug I could barely see