Ode to Miss Key Toes and Miss Sandy Fly.

Teeny-weeny creatures, blood-sucking insects,

Can you give us a breather?

At the arrival of sunset,?

Anxiety fills my thoughts,

For I might be your Thanksgiving offering.

Sunset arrives and departs,

Itchy welts fill my knees to toes,

Oh! How they itch so much!

Is it a crime to wear shorts?

These red itchy bumps hurt so bad.

Tiny little beasts,?

You think your songs are?beautiful melodies to my ears,

but annoying rattles, they are.

Your sense of smell, so unbelievable,

You just know when I am around.

Even repellants cannot hold you long enough.

I thought of a temporary solution,

I sought protected nets,

What joy it was that filled my insides,

And like you saw it coming,

You invited your cousin over,

Miss Sandy Fly, for a much bigger feast,

Within the confines of my little made tent.

Had I the power to create this biological blunder,

Of cutting off your wings and your piercing proboscis.

Perhaps, you will make do with water and nectar,

Like your male counterparts,

You will die blood-hungry.

Then, I shall yet see your end.

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