Winner, Winner Mammal Dinner Poem by Mark Walters

A skeeter's life just really sucks
Your Deet perfumes my every day
You people are such awful schmucks
But I've got lots of kids to raise

My larvae squirm and long to fly
But they need protein milkshakes
To see their future touch the sky
I slurp up your blood shakes

As I fly by I sing by choice
"Winner, winner; mammal dinner".
In my high nasal skeeter voice
I get fat and you get thinner

But swatting, slapping and the like
Have rattled all my schemes
Now I just sit and hide my spike
I can't take all your screams

Ha, Ha, Sucker, you wish