damned mosquitoes!

damned mosquitoes!

here [I] lie ... with little ease.
from winter, plague, and pest[s],
good [l]ord, deliver [me].

---Nashe

this summer's
scourge of skeeters
brings my blood

to boil.

I want that
wiser men
than I

should deign
to train

those dreadful pests
to helpful drill--
instead of me!--

for oil.

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themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Chuck...

wouldn't that be nice! that would settle so many problems across the board... they are usually not too bad here in s.c... but as a kid I lived in Carney's Point N.J.... mosquitos so bad there at that time as soon as the sun went down you had to run for the house or they would eat you up...they were terrible... always enjoy your humourous tone... Richard

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

You've got it wrong, friend :~)

Bringing your blood to a boil will only make it more appeasing to the little buggers! (not to mention more readily accessible, since it will be closer to the top) Thanks for the amusing images of people standing over a bunch of skeeters with little tiny whips making them suck up oil faster.... lmao!!! ~Jess K. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" ~ "Your inferiority complex is better than mine!"