Deal With Mosquitoes

Now, I'm dealing with mosquitoes! All about standing on my toes, Refusing to accept the throes; Back to Mosquitoes bad death throws... Harsh hand claps to just have one smashed, For if I did not would be lashed Upon entries into net cashed Their bloodstains on it shall be washed... In water troughs would meet their eggs And - guess the next - use my legs... I never could be a lover Of studies of their Larva: A part of Africa's rude woes Each gaped gutter that flows! Not a sad chapter she might close Or the day she does The End close.