The Good Mosquito


I dreamed I was a fat mosquito

and thought it not a sin

to drain the blood of every human

to pierce and pock their skin.


I was a loving ‘squito mama

with a lot of larvae,

Denzel, Jane and Wilhelmina,

Emmy, Joe and Harvey.


I lived a life deemed worthy by

the insect god Big Kevin,

and thus was asked to come and live

with him in ‘squito Heaven.


When I arrived I was surprised

(I loved it oh so well)

to learn the humans hated it.

In fact they call it Hell

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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13 Responses to The Good Mosquito

  1. What an imagination you have… 🙂

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  2. This answers a lot of theological questions regarding what Hell is like, and what will be down there.

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  3. Roos Ruse says:

    Charming as ever, Mitch. I still look forward to finding a mosquito free heaven ❤

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  4. Jay says:

    Ha! Love this.

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  5. Erika Kind says:

    That was the first time I imagined being a mosquito….. to funny!

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  6. Wally Fry says:

    That was great, Mitch for sure.

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  7. Mosquitoes like me but I don’t like them. If he’ll is where they are heading, they asked for it, and they got my nodding. Another funny one, thanks.

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  8. Jon says:

    The lake of fire tormented them, they writhed where it was hot; but I found myself adapted there, to rear my little tots.

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  9. Hahahaha…definitely hell. I’m from the deep south, and I only see ‘Squito Mamas when I’m there visiting. Great post!

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