Tiring day, I leap with joy, finally a chance to lie down
But nay, you stay waiting
For I am your prey
Before I close my eyes to pray, there you are with your annoying play
With dismay I watch you get away from the sway of my hand
Why are you always a day spoiler?
I say, with one spray I could get your life to decay
But you are so cunning I can never slay you
Yet you display yourself openly
It’s like you laugh as I portray my discomfort
Day spoiler, I can’t afford to stay awake
Today was busy tomorrow might turn out grey
If I don’t lay for the night
Okay you win
But some day it will be pay day
I will repay all the dismay you made me go through
Okay, go ahead now, play and replay every trick
But pay day is coming
I will slay you and get you out of the way
Fry you and array you in a tray full of burning coals
Then with glee I will sit back and enjoy
I may even write an essay and say hurray!
Beware mosquito, that day is at hand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To experience the true battle with mosquitoes, come to Zimbabwe in october.