Ai'nt no grave...

Slapping my forehead ,scratching my sides,
Lunging in mid air clapping my hands,
Ever on vigil against the nasty darts aimed at me from every where,
My life has been reduced to one long quixotic war fare!
O mosquito ,why do you prey on me so?

This menace makes me grimace,
It snips, pricks and sips my blood without a pause,
The temperature has risen, it is hot, but this gnat is out to bat!

To those skeptics,Mosquito? It is, exotic!
Please walk into my parlour,
It is mosquito ,mosquito every where
Whizzing by ,singing merrily,

'There ain't no grave to keep my down'.