How much time does it take,
How much blood do they have to of partake,
Damn if I don’t feel like a well done steak,
The mosquitoes do into a pin cushion me make…
Bet you thought something else with the title,
Still though I feel my blood to be to me most vital,
Damn but I was only outside for a short period of time,
But the skeeters sure did with me have themselves a blood sucking recital…
I don’t want to scratch,
I just want them little blood suckers to detach,
No matter where I go or how fast I run they always do me catch,
I wonder if they make for bugs to stop biting, a patch…?
© ed ~ 7/31/06
Now this comment sucks!!
Hehehehehehe...remeber the TABARD next time
Love Tinka
Don't scratch, get even! (or get off, which is something of a pun to "sucked off.")
I gotta stop hanging around your page. . . you're satire is contagious! (smile)
blessin's,
cynth'ya
Susan...Ouch! dammit!!!