Night Starvation

Last night I didn’t get a wink
He woke me up and made me blink
I felt him nibble at my cheek
The thought of him made me go all weak
I tried to give him the cold shoulder
But it only made the pest much bolder
And then he nibbled at my neck
I’d had enough, said “what the heck”?
So within a trice the deed was done
The mozzie was dead and I had won

©Marian Barker