O, hurtful one, what have you done
in seeking to survive?
You draw the blood that does you good
and helps you keep alive.
On whining wings you flit about,
soft landing here and there;
to thrust and suck and when you're full,
whine off to land elsewhere.
Then, with your dirty needle thin,
inject that blood below the skin
of someone else, without respect,
to what will be its full effect.
Your mission done, you whine away;
to live, to stab, another day.
Your victim though is left to suffer
chills and sweats and days of fever.
Anopheles, anopheles, what have you done?
My mate's not well at all.
If I could catch you, anopheles,
I'd bloodstain you to the wall!
A contest entry
- Just Rhyme by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 10, 2009, 32 entries
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I think we'd all love to crush the mosquitoes that manage to get away. This is a fun little piece. Your meter really enhances the piece, propelling us along. It kind of falls off at the end a bit, but it's still a very enjoyable read.
Thanks for entering and best of luck to you. -
Hallejuah
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Coming from a place where the mosquitoes are the size of pumpkins, I can definitely relate to the ridiculousness of said disgusting insect. If only their death wouldn't disrupt the ecosystem...
I liked the poem overall. Thank you for entering my contest. Good luck to you. Please refrain from rating or replying to any comment made by me or my lovely and wonderful cojudge(s). -
anopheles, a blood sucking mosquito. Sounds like my Doitrephes poem, yes.
I hope it is not a poem condemning me somehow.
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testedfaith
I shall search for your poem. Certainly no condemnation intended. Thankyou for your comments and for your most generous applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
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