A swamp and a creek
And all during the summer
We all want to shriek
We now all are pestered
Itching and scratching
Bothered by the skeeters
That keep on hatching
Itching and scratching
Bothered by the skeeters
That keep on hatching
A truck drives through town
And starts all it's fogging
And bugs all the people
Who want to go jogging
And starts all it's fogging
And bugs all the people
Who want to go jogging
The fog does it's part
The mosquitoes are sore
Gives them the desire
To attack us some more
The mosquitoes are sore
Gives them the desire
To attack us some more
We just get our repellent
Spray it onto our skin
Buy a bug zapper
Or forget it and stay in
Spray it onto our skin
Buy a bug zapper
Or forget it and stay in
2 comments:
Oh how I hate mosquitoes!! Great poem though, Cliff! :)
Keep the OFF spray handy!
How fitting for this time of year! I've been seen running in the house screaming from the frustration of these bugs lately.
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