[Pretty Poems] The itch of the mosquito bite

#114

In India, especially in hot places like Chennai, mosquitoes are a perpetual problem. Just a couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post on how mosquitoes make me angry. This time around, I wrote a poem that describes what all I've tried to evade these pests.

Enjoy!

A mosquito sat on my elbow

I swat it, but it just won't go

The swelling continues to grow

My hand, scratching to and fro

The itch of the mosquito bite

Ever fleeting, ever so slight

Oh how addictive is the itching

Can't keep myself from twitching

The blister, now the size of an eye

The inevitable itchiness, oh my!

Mosquitoes find me tasty, why o why?

None of the repellants work, sigh!

Been there, done that

All Out, Odomos, even the bat

What used to work doesn't now - the hand swat

They're evolving faster than we are, drat!

Hot temperatures, puddles of water

We need measures for mosquito slaughter

We need to do this, we really ought to!

I'm out of options, what do we do!?

Endless will be these mosquito wars

Sadly, they're as old as dinosaurs

Perils of the Lindy effect

Let's rid ourselves of this mosquito sect!