‘If you think you’re too small to have an impact,
try going to bed with a mosquito.’– Anita Roddick
In blue-kissed bliss they wheel and whine,
in honeyed sun they taint the shine
of gold-dipped day and star-spun night;
oh, how those suckers love to bite!
As lizards lounge and moggies sprawl
on laced-with-jasmine backyard wall,
I’m smacking at each blood-blown blight;
oh, how those suckers love to bite!
I’m doused with deet from feet to chin
but still the devils prick my skin
and guzzle till I’m sick with spite;
oh, how those suckers love to bite!
Now, swat in hand, I plot to kill
such irksome quirks of Gaia’s will . . .
I’ll swish and squish and smash and smite
until those suckers cannot bite!