This is one that I’ve shared quite often in schools, I suppose it’s special because my son was the central character. When he was five years old he was climbing up the slide in the park and just as he got to the top of the slide his, it’s a hot summer day his pants fell down.
And just as his pants fell down a bee came along and stung him right on the tush. And so I thought, years and years and years later I thought, I was trying to think what I should write about and I remember that day, and since bee stings hurt so much and he was crying, I thought well I’ll change this to a mosquito so here it is.
Now you have to remember, my son was five years old in this poem, and he’s now forty six, a little bit of time has passed since, well not only since I wrote, but since it happened. Here’s the poem it’s called Mosquito.
I was climbing up the sliding board when suddenly I felt a mosquito bite my bottom and it raised a big red welt. So I said to that mosquito, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I took a pair of tweezers and I tweezered your behind.
He shriveled up his body and he shuffled to his feet and he said, I’m awfully sorry but mosquitoes got to eat. Still there are mosquito manners and I must have just forgot’em and I swear I’ll never, never, never bite another bottom.
But a minute later Archie Hill and Buck and Theo Brown were horsing on the monkey bars hanging upside down, they must have looked delicious from a mosquitoes point of view cause he bit them on bottoms Archie, Buck, and Theo too. You could hear them going holy, you could hear them going whack, you could hear’em cuss and holler going smack, smack, smack.
A mosquito’s awful sneaky, a mosquito is mighty sly, but I never, never, never thought a skeeter tell a lie. So, anyway the kids have fun with that because of course it involves their bottoms.