Mosquito Poem by Bridgid Patrick

Mosquito

Rating: 5.0


Deciding to feast on my dozing head
Meant waking me up, and winding up dead
My standard reaction when bit on the noggin'
Is to retaliate with a vigorous flogging
Upset, disoriented, near-sighted, and sore
Crouched in my underwear at a quarter to four
If you hadn't buzzed about my ear
I'd still be asleep and you'd still be here

Friday, February 24, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: waking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 27 June 2014

Sleep made an alliance with the mosquito against us.

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Max Reif 25 February 2006

This is funny, Bridgid! You do comic rhyme well!

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Cj Heck 24 February 2006

(laughing) This is adorable, Bridgid! A ten from me! ! Warmest regards, CJ

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