Monday, September 8, 2008

The Pest

The Pest

She’s the pest,
We all detest.
Flying in at night,
She finds us to her delight.
She pierces the skin,
And soon digs in.
But she doesn’t just take, for that isn’t her way,
She leaves a little gift; you’ll find it the next day
A reddish bump,
An itchy lump
She dances away when you spy her
That mischievous little vampire
At night she’ll come near
And whine in your ear
Oh, how we hate you!
You, naughty mosquito!
By Adriana

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good poem Nana. That was a good comparison. By the way this is from my school apple laptop.my homework is done so i have free time. talk to ya soon. love ya!!!!!

Ronnie said...

very good Nana! I have not been able to check in as often as I would like. It has been kind of busy lately, so I am trying to catch up a little bit tonight.
I miss you all! Have a big group hug and know it is from me!
Love, Aunt Rhonda