Skeeter!
Whenever you must venture out
into the woods to walk about,
I warn you, take the greatest care
not to come upon the lair
of the beastly, baleful, blood-sucking skeeter.
There is no pleasant time to meet her.
(Not even when she's sleeping sound.
She'll always know that you're around.
She sleeps with one eye slightly slit,
open just a teensy bit.
She'll be on you fast as fast
before you've time to breathe your last).
She's got a nasty, stingy nose
strong enough to puncture clothes;
and once she's got it planted firm,
it doesn't do one whit to squirm.
Give a shout or wail or cry,
but in two shakes she'll drink you dry.
You might think she's frightfully small,
and 'cause you're big, no threat at all.
As that may be, I've got a story
the end of which is awfully gory.
There was a little boy named Billy,
and he thought fearing skeeters silly.
He went into the woods in shorts.
(Now, mind you, these are true reports).
The skeeter saw this juicy lad.
(And here is where his luck turns bad).
She jumped him from behind and then
stuck her nose right through his skin.
He felt the needle poke his rump.
He screamed a scream and jumped a jump.
She held on tight. He gave a moan.
He turned around and ran for home.
He yelled, “Oh, Mommie, help me please!
“How do I get rid of one of these?”
His mother said, “You dingy brat,
“I told you to watch out for that.
“What is it you want me to do?
“If I come out, she'll get me too.”
And so poor Billy stood stock still
until the skeeter'd had her fill.
But she was empty as a well
and drank 'till she began to swell.
Now our sad Billy's white as snow
from top of head to tip of toe.
I've told you this so you will know
how not to be a brainless schmo.
Cover up if you must go outside,
or the skeeter's nose will pierce YOUR hide.
copyright 2012
into the woods to walk about,
I warn you, take the greatest care
not to come upon the lair
of the beastly, baleful, blood-sucking skeeter.
There is no pleasant time to meet her.
(Not even when she's sleeping sound.
She'll always know that you're around.
She sleeps with one eye slightly slit,
open just a teensy bit.
She'll be on you fast as fast
before you've time to breathe your last).
She's got a nasty, stingy nose
strong enough to puncture clothes;
and once she's got it planted firm,
it doesn't do one whit to squirm.
Give a shout or wail or cry,
but in two shakes she'll drink you dry.
You might think she's frightfully small,
and 'cause you're big, no threat at all.
As that may be, I've got a story
the end of which is awfully gory.
There was a little boy named Billy,
and he thought fearing skeeters silly.
He went into the woods in shorts.
(Now, mind you, these are true reports).
The skeeter saw this juicy lad.
(And here is where his luck turns bad).
She jumped him from behind and then
stuck her nose right through his skin.
He felt the needle poke his rump.
He screamed a scream and jumped a jump.
She held on tight. He gave a moan.
He turned around and ran for home.
He yelled, “Oh, Mommie, help me please!
“How do I get rid of one of these?”
His mother said, “You dingy brat,
“I told you to watch out for that.
“What is it you want me to do?
“If I come out, she'll get me too.”
And so poor Billy stood stock still
until the skeeter'd had her fill.
But she was empty as a well
and drank 'till she began to swell.
Now our sad Billy's white as snow
from top of head to tip of toe.
I've told you this so you will know
how not to be a brainless schmo.
Cover up if you must go outside,
or the skeeter's nose will pierce YOUR hide.
copyright 2012