Bazookas In the Bed

Bazookas In The Bed We have a mosquito problem It’s in our house. It never ends There’s nothing we can do but shoot them Then shoot them over and over again You see…You understand…They’re not our friends Potions, tonics, sprays all make them happy It gives them strength to multiply We’re looking to make their lives less comfy Less pleasant less satisfied It’s not from animus or hate Shells and ammo is the case. It’s simply fate And to that end I stay up late at night and wait 7 bazookas by my side and sights are ready And from my bed in the deepest dark I fire at will! I fire straight! The idea is not to simply kill them Though that would be so very great But to make them really really dead With bazooka fire power from my bed