The Skeeter

Today is the Seventh Anniversary of dVerse Poets Pub.  It is Quadrille Monday and a poem of exactly 44 words is required using the prompted word “itch”.  Perfect for summer.  My apologies to Issa. I do not usually write humorous poems but last night, I had a run-in with a mosquito.

The Skeeter
You’re the itch I cannot scratch.
You’re the whine that keeps me awake.
Bitey bitch mosquito
I will hunt you down
And smash you flat.
I am not deaf.
I am not numb.
There you are at the ceiling!
Now you are dead.

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