Short Skeeter Poems

matted furball fluff
ears ragged, tail disheveled
shaved to summer 'do

now look so skinny -
slick, girly, all clean and white
hardly know it's you...

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Peter 


There once was a man named Peter. 
His friends liked to call him Skeeter. 
He was a bit of an ass, 
because he liked to smoke grass, 
and he rolled his joints by the meter. 


By 
Josehf Lloyd Murchison 
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Why do the texts keep on coming?
Why does my phone have to chirp?
Don’t they know,
the election is over..
It ended when I cast my vote.
.
.
Songs for this:
Bring Me to Silence by Fievel Is Glauque
The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis...

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Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.




8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)...

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theres never anything new in this town,leave me around,i found a corner and the 
rayoneir was queer,to the people eater.the people eater is a cheater from the 
skeeter of minnaseteer,a big ole disater with a faster basketcase,pre-band.look 
at the other hand,it says left out for a reason,dont believe him,slim.i get it im with 
it.its over when you post it,boy....

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I must be really sweet because 
Mosquitoes seek me out.
The same’s not true for bees, whose stings
I’ll gladly do without.

I rarely see the biter
But of course, I feel the itch
Which sometimes lasts a week or more,
Another aging glitch.

A skeeter bite annoys me.
As a nuisance, none can match it
Though there’s great relief in doing
What I shouldn’t, which is scratch it!...

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Sometimes you’re healthy
And sometimes you’re not
And sometimes you’re grateful 
For all that you’ve got.

Sometimes you wish, though,
For what you can’t get
And sometimes you do things
You’ll later regret.

Sometimes you’re happy
And sometimes you’re down
And sometimes a smile is
Replaced with a frown.

Few things have always
Or never attached;
They’re likely as skeeter bites
Staying unscratched.

So I’ll stick with sometimes,
For I can rely
On the wiggle room
Always can never supply....

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