Hello Mr. M

I would just like to say, at my own expense,  that you are the smartest mosquito I have ever met.

Every night I see you on my ceiling, out of my reach

And don’t think I haven’t tried… because I have

Every time I stand up on that chair you manage to fly out of grasp

When I’m about to turn off the lights and go to sleep I see you in the corner, getting more fat every day.

And when I wake up I never fail to find a new red bump on my arm that itches like the rest

I wouldn’t call you a stalker, just a frenemy 

So props to you Mr. M

It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if I was as smart as you when I grow up 
-Your designated snack (for now)