Gnats
By the year 2045 I hope to
have taken in, taken away, from
their predators almost
10 000 hard to
understand gnats.
Mozzies, midgies, gnat attacks
On my blood they want to snack.
Silent, deadly, in they crept
Quenching their hunger as I slept.
Ugly, red, lumps and bumps
Itching, scratching; I've got the hump.
They transformed me into Quasimodo
Only time I've ever taken a selfie photo.
Evening time is my worse nightmare
Straight jacket on I must now wear.
26.08.23
just a sip
then two touch my lips
rest awhile
then coffee in style
gnat landed
and died
As little demons I view gnats.
They’re worse than spiders, snakes and rats!
One gnat arrives, and next I see
in droves them come; they will not flee!
A spider I’ll see once or twice
within a week. That’s not so nice
to see them, but they’re oft alone
and making cobwebs on their own.
They might too catch the pesky fly
which I see also by and by.
So though the spider creeps me out,
it’s still not flying all about!
I toss out fruit or just a crumb,
and summer’s gnats are sure to come!
Those tiny bugs annoy me so.
I wish outside they all would go.
The snake that slithers in the grass -
for years I have not seen one pass
in front of me; nor have I found
a sign of any rats around.
The spider, snake, the mouse or rat -
they frighten me, but it’s the gnat,
the pest the smallest of the small,
I find most bothersome of all!
July 30, 2020
for Strand Completely New (15) ,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
A morning walk, a muggy day,
A little warm for not-yet-May;
The country air both fresh and still -
A pleasant outing, right? Until...
The gnats attacked, around my face
And soon they weaseled everyplace -
Into my ears, beneath my hat,
Along my scalp - I squashed some flat...
But every squished one brought ten more,
Which kept arriving by the score.
I waved my hands, I fanned my cap
Yet nothing worked except a slap.
Some pests are worse for these don't bite
Or sting or keep you up at night
But barring that, I'll bet that stats
Would prove that gnats can drive you bats!
DOG DAYS AND GNATS
In the great State of Georgia and elsewhere too
We have what we call 'dog days'
I don't know where the term comes from
I just know it comes and stays
With oppressive heat and temperatures
That soar to a hundred and five
It really makes one wonder
Just how one will survive
To go outside and be attacked
By gnats that come in swarms
You swat and slap to drive them off
'Til you fear you'll lose your arms
But now I've learned the secret
I need not flail to and fro
I just place my bottom lip over my top
And very gently blow
That keeps the little devils
Out of my eyes and nose
While hoping with all that's in me
'Dog days' will go where they 'goes'
Curtis Moorman
24 August 2011