The Mosquito Squad has been zapped, swatted,
And completely obliterated.
Because they learned the hard way
That they can dish it, but they sure can't take it.
They've planned numerous strategies
And tried every trick in the book;
But everything has backfired
And their goose was already cooked.
Every summer was the same mission:
Find a sexy body and eat it.
It didn't matter if it was a booty, an arm, or a leg:
Alas, the Mosquito Squad has been defeated.
"That's the last straw!" the Squad Leader yelled,
With steam coming out of his ears.
"You've failed me one too many times!
I don't want to see your crocodile tears!
You can't even follow a direct order
And always fall flat on the floor.
Now get out of my sight, you knuckleheads!
The Mosquito Squad is no more!"
The crowd began singing
As the mosquitoes disappear in the sky,
"NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA,
HEY HEY HEY! GOOD-BYE!"
I arose later, in the middle of the night kind
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night: "was it the coffee?"
I stared at the ceiling, eye on a speck,
Half-asleep wondering: "A bug? What the heck?"
I got out of bed, now obviously mad.
It landed right on me, invading my space,
Making me jump as I swatted my face,
Chasing the critter—then memory flashed—
I arose later in the middle of the night kind,
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night, I realized-
"No bug spray." My reason why.
buzzing at my ear
mosquito I thought
swatted at it twice
it swarmed off
a swarm of one
I looked up to see it flee
not a mosquito
a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
why wasn’t it on a flower?
Yesterday I was being bombarded
by a tiny annoying buzzing kamikaze pilot
Sounding like a mosquito on speed
it divebombed both of my ears
I swatted at it several times, thinking I would be stung or bitten
Finally caught a glimpse of the aircraft
it was a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
did he think I was a flower?
Confused is she who believes she knows
herself. A splotch in the artist's worst work yet
calls herself a masterpiece. Not even the
artist notices her mistake.
The vibrant dark red blood of a swatted mosquito
creates the edges of her face, standing out
in the sea of white, green and a sky blue.
A simple coffee spill shades in her eyes,
a simple dirt spot on the canvas, her iris.
She is hung up beside a poor copy of
Bar at the Folies-Bergère. Not more than a
pair of wandering eyes grazed over her and the clammy
artist.
But that blink, the extra second spent analyzing that
crown of hair, meant to her,
that she was the centerpiece.
A Cistercian and a Buddhist monk
sat facing each other
across a simple wooden table
in a cold room;
a shaft of sunlight
from an open window
illuminating
the coarse bread
and a simple bowl of beans
they were sharing.
One monk with god;
one with no god
discussing the journeys
they had made;
the paths taken.
Two horseflies entered
through the open window
bothering them both,
and the food they were eating.
The Cistercian
quickly swatted one fly
and brushed it to the floor.
The Buddhist
took a sheet of paper;
carefully lifted the other fly from the bread,
walked it over to the window,
set the fly free,
and closed the window.
The fly swatter is out,
Bugs are all about.
How could that be,
What I see?
Has many legs.
Not a spider,
Or a fly.
But something fanciful on the eye!
Swatted quick to the ground,
SMASHED FLAT!
Legs waving all around.
"You killed my lashes", she wailed!
Carefully,
I slunk on by.
Didn't realize,
It was it was part of her eye!
Bored with nature, I spurned the gay meadow
Stepped on ladybugs, swatted butterflies
Turned my back on creation
Complained of blue skies
Scorned the sun’s rays, ridiculed the moon
On a picture-perfect day said, “Go away, June”
Opened my device to see what I’d missed
~ A heart-stopping photo of a lake bathed in mist
There’s nothing like a screened-in porch
To help me to relax.
It brings to me a comfort
My apartment surely lacks.
The birdsong and the swishing leaves,
The swaying of the trees,
Combined with the caresses
Of the gentle summer breeze
All add up to such a fine retreat
That, on this lovely day,
Every stressor in my life is somehow
Swatted clean away.
The carrots jumped up and grabbed my nose,
Swatted them back down with my toes!
Spinach curled round my fork,
Had two eyes!
I knew it was alive.
The peas lined up across the plate,
Waiting for the spoon to retaliate!
"Quit playing with your food, momma said,
Or I'll have to send you off to bed!"
It's not me!
The food on my plate will not stay still!
Attacks me,
At will!
As the steak marched across the plate,
I stabbed it quick,
Before my mother could state,
"Off to bed with you!
Playing with food will never do!"
So off to bed I went.
It's a good thing,
The jellybeans parachuted in.
Now I'll have some dinner.
The end!
I'm a fly on the wall,
I like to see it all.
As you unpack,
Putting away this and that.
Off to explore,
As the boat leaves the shore.
Will it sink?
Boy, that would stink!
Too many people,
Going hither and yon.
The trip took a long time,
Didn't want to be away so long!
As a fly on the wall,
I couldn't keep up at all,
We traveled along the coast,
Seeing lands of which we could boast.
Swatted away to an open window,
Attached to a whale,
On a way,
To a new place to prevail.
hit my knees
couldn’t float
hand swatted away
should I
have crawled my way to the altar
ledge
God smiles
lifts me up
brushes me off
blesses me
These once nimble fingers,
pinned diapers on your behind.
Swatted the misbehaving toddler,
when you got out of line.
Held you the first day of school,
applauded loudly as the graduate passed.
Waved goodbye when you moved to college,
prayed your marriage and happiness would last.
I use words to paint memories,
to remind me how it began.
But now these once nimble fingers,
can barely hold my pen.
I want to tell you one last time,
before these hands of mine go.
I’d like to give you one last rhyme,
to tell you daughter, how I love you so.
Swimming in the ocean
a wincing couple pinches
Little creature on my leg
not more than six or seven inches
I looked again, to my surprise
Hello! - a trilobite!
Two pincers jutting from its head
tiny, fearsome sight
I scolded it: 'You are extinct'
'Now go away and I won't tell
You'll get to live another day.'
He stayed... So, I swatted him
to prehistoric hell ~
THE STUPID ONE-CELL DUMBBELL
Do you struggle with burdens?
Are you drowning in despair?
Does a web of negativity permeate your air?
When you travel down life's roads, on your journey, that quest, and God
has clearly put you under deep duress.
Remember those beings that you swatted like flies,
those people out there that you demonized?
Wouldn't it be a wonderful surprise to find they might be
angels in disguise?
It might not just be people who loved you and you loved,
what if it was also those people you once snubbed?
Calling all angels. I know I've had a few.
We can't always see their wings but they hover near you..
Be some body's angel. Soften a heart that's known betray.
You might earn those angel wings before you go away..
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