After a lovely hike on Monday I returned home to discover that my body had been, unbeknown to me, used as a feeding station for the local mosquitoes! Indeed the little buggers had bitten into just about every area of skin imaginable, even having the audacity of piercing through my zebra leggings and gnawing into my legs! I wrote about it, as you do, which at least allowed me to connect with the humour in the situation!
I am a victim of the bites
of several hundred mozzies
Although today is warm and bright
I’m loathe to wear my cozzie
Where’er I’ve been, they always win
into fresh blood, come pushing
They love my pasty English skin
I feel like a pin cushion!
Can’t help but scratch the angry rash
Drew says to Hot Cross Bun them
My legs a bright pink dotted clash
Onlookers, I will stun…
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