Doubly Bugged
There once was a young fellow named Gus
Who had no inclination to fuss.
A mosquito flew by
And bit Gus in the eye.
It surprised me how young Gus could cuss.
The mosquito who bit him was Grouch,
And he carried his venom in pouch.
He gave me a quick bite.
I slapped him with full might.
Now it's he who's the one yelling ouch.
Inspired by Robert L. Hinshaw's "Bug Off" limerick. Thank you, Robert.
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