Mosquito--Magic, A Roseate Sonnet

 

The Mosquito smug in its Menace, salutes its human counter-part
For, only with his connivance, it could get a glorious head-start.
Eternally grateful to the gumptious guy for having made 'its' day,
Prays for his fortune as he makes for himself more and more hay !

Puzzling the Pundit why the Mosquito goes one-up every time ?
Why scratch a leg knowing Mr.Hyde's love for the dazzling dime !
The potion by one, potable, is "unmade" by another by adulteration
Leaving his own suffering sibling twiddle thumbs in consternation..

Meanwhile, the breeding ground shifts from back to front-yard
Unabashedly--FAIT-ACCOMPLI in having nosy reportage barred !

Round goes the human world--only the Mosquito knows much better
Overtly, the Corrupt Man, mendacious, defies the reasoning of the Letter:
SHAME or SIN--nary any skin of his back for everyone else is suppliant,
Echoing piously his hackneyed platitudes, like lackeys remain mendicant.