(This sounds like a cocktail, doesn’t it? But it really is about a mosquito!)

We were sitting around the campfire
Telling stories, as you do,
And Dave came up with a beauty
That I thought I’d share with you.

He’d got up bright and early
And opened his fridge door
When a mozzie flew out frantically
But wait – I’ll tell you more…

Dave wondered how he did survive
Locked up in his fridge
And this is what he told us
And he swore it’s ridgy didge.

That mozzie had a scarf on
Wrapped around his neck
And coat and hat and gloves and socks
So Dave thought, ‘What the heck?’

This little frozen mozzie
That survived a chilly night
Deserved a second chance at life
So he offered him ‘Fight, or flight?’

Well, the mozzie wasn’t stupid
So he flew towards the door
Dave stepped to swing it open
But wait – I’ll tell you more.

The clothes the mozzie had on
Were stopping him from flying
He needed to strip off his gear
So he could stop from dying.

As he flew off went his coat
And scarf and hat and socks
He stripped himself of all his clothes
(But he did leave on his jocks!)

Well, Dave was really quite impressed
With this clever little blighter
And he was glad he’d given a second chance
To such a well-known biter.

The mozzie flew towards the door
Dave opened it up wide
But when it reached the outside air
It hurried back inside.

Dave thought “He’s going to thank me!
It won’t cause me any harm”
As the little biting blighter
Landed on his arm.

But a mozzies primal instinct
Is to inflict a nasty bite
Dave said “Right, you’ve made your choice!
You’ve chosen fight, not flight!”

Dave whacked his arm, the mozzie flew
So Dave reached for the spray
“Come here you little bugger,
Come here and make my day.”

The mozzie dodged the poisonous cloud
But you could tell that he was sick
Dave thought that if he landed
He would hit him really quick.

The mozzie saw the open door
Freedom was oh so close
But Dave lifted up the spray again
And gave him a fatal dose.

The mozzie spiralled downward
And landed on the floor
Despite Dave’s good intentions
It never made it through the door.

The moral of this story is
If someone bends a rule
And you take advantage of them
You may end up the fool!

Rosemary Robinson

September 2015