An Interview with a Mosquito

Most of us find ourselves at the mercy of mosquitoes. We try every single way to rid ourselves of these pests that create a frenzy but we hardly win. I have suffered from serious bouts of a mosquito riddled illness and know many who have fallen prey to these bloodsuckers. Here is a tongue in cheek 'interview' with the queen mosquito which goes like this.

Mosquito, mosquito how have you been?
Buzzing around my friend across the stream
Dengue, Chikungunya and Malaria I spread
This bloodsucker sure knows how to use his head.

These human try to get rid of me
They do not know that we are an army and we are free
We spread panic from one country to the next
They try to rid themselves of us, try they do
We mosquitoes are here to stay folks, boohoo!

Gadgets, sticks or that terrible spray
The swing of the battery device does not shy us away
We have pride of place accept us we pray
We are a frat pack you can do us no harm
Let us hang out we will bring out the charm.

Peck and stay on your skin for our daily dose
What makes you think we need to change our course?
Hey people, didn’t you hear the buzz?
We, mosquitoes are here to stay, let us keep you happy as we sing our way.

Quintessential pests are we
Fogging some of us may set you free
Our family and friends done away in a brainless swoop
We will come back with another coup.

We hunt in droves day and night
To find the next person who will let us bite
As a species, we spread our love
Larvae and babies by the thousands, a drove
The human race has a clear chip
We, the underdogs have drawn our whips.

Settling down in a quiet abode, we need
We will win the race we have the speed
The relationship between these mortals and us
Remains on point from dawn to dusk

If they want us gone, they have to do their best
We have made our mark the bins do the rest
Flies, ants, fleas and friendly pests too
Cannot fathom the havoc we incite and we do.

These humans scurry around here and there
They try to get the upper hand, perhaps they just may
Until they zap away our chance for survival
It may be time for a new arrival
We remain their allies every part of the day
Buzz, buzz, buzz guys we want to stay!

End of the interview.

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