Zito the Mosquito

There was a mosquito
who lived down in Quito
and prayed for his torment to stop.
For though he’d been looking
for something worth sucking
he’d barely discovered a drop.

Though blood was his passion
it seemed that his ration
was woefully short of the mark.
And so he sat sweating
and badly regretting
the need to go out after dark.

Mosquitoes are fated
to be widely hated;
a cross that they’re destined to bear.
But please bear in mind
that’s just how they’re designed
but I ask you – does anyone care?

No, nobody cares
for this creature’s affairs,
they’d begrudge him the tiniest dinner.
Yet it’s quite understood
that without any blood
he might die or become so much thinner.

So while others were dining
our lad kept on whining
through streets in the dust and the heat.
With a permanent frown
he went further downtown
but his efforts were met with defeat.

His stomach was turning
at substances burning
designed to stop him and his kind.
As coils started smoking
he found himself choking
as flesh became tricky to find,

In some dusty old flat
Zito sat and he sat
and he sat like a world weary squatter.
He just couldn’t find peace
and his whine wouldn’t cease
till he found himself wacked by a swatter.

Yes, this brutal attack
put our lad on his back.
He’d have gone if he’d taken one more,
but after some reeling
he stuck to the ceiling
then ended up flat on the floor.

Our nervous mosquito
was quite incognito
to all but the tiniest beast.
But then Minuscule Midge
who sat under the fridge
and enjoying a marvellous feast

said:

“Quit the hysteria.
Share the bacteria
roaming all over the wall”.
But it’s not surprising
this unappetising
buffet didn’t help things at all.

Our lonely mosquito
called Zito from Quito
then summoned the strength he’d been lacking.
He bit an alsation
which eased his frustration
enough to send Midge gently packing.

and then on a mission
for further nutrition
he came on a big burly guy;
a nasty old rotter
(the one with the swatter)
and bit him three times on the thigh.

Mosquito Mosquito,
I fear there’s no veto
on rages the enemy vents.
Yet I must confess
that I’ve caused you distress
on the inside of several tents!!!