Benito The Mosquito Poem by Paul Falconer

Benito the mosquito was having a field day
Biting and siphoning my lifeblood away
Avaricious by nature, feasting on my bod
Bites were so painful, from this nasty little sod.

For hours he hid and couldn't be seen
Using the curtain, a cunning little screen
At last when I started drifting off to sleep
He got to my ankles and bit me so deep.

But greed was his downfall on that fateful night
Too much to drink, as he staggered in flight
So heavy and awkward, he struggled to fly
Tally ho, old chap - prepare to die.

With the greatest of glee
klapped him hard against the wall
Burst into a red bomb, and died screaming
Mzanzi, I had a ball!