Max very cheery -gave me a good laff!!
P in the rain P
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Subject: Muskeeter - 28 Feb 07 snap
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Muskeeter
In the dimmest hour of the night
there comes to the sleeping pair
the chromatic mmm of a mosquito
circling first his ear -
he wakes, freezes - then hers -
she twitches, mutters a curse.
He's confident his old-man's
hairy leathery skin repels
most mosquitoes,
so long as his
tender inside-arms
are under the sheet.
He reckons her smooth skin
will nourish this and any
blood-sampling insect.
Why get out of bed
in search of spray?
Lie low till it's gone away.
On a stagecoach to Nevada
Mark Twain's chance travel-
ling companion held still
while the mosquito sank
its tube in her arm, then smash,
another 'musketeer' crushed.
She let the corpses pile up.
Our prolonged drought means
most breeding-grounds
have dried up. Rare here
this year the muskeeter.
Meantime it's a circling mmm
in the dark room of 2 a.m.
Given its pause by her cheek,
and her readied slap,
it may soon be a red smear.
Wednesday 28 February 2007
Max Richards
Doncaster, Victoria
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