Ouch mosquito, silent by night,
Why pierce my skin, so white?
You grow plump, as a leech.
Stop! I beseech (in vein).

I have no choice.
Why waste my voice,
When only a slap will do?
Ouch, I am bitten!
What ho, you are smitten!
Yo mosquito, fuck you.
-- Mitchell Peck, "Ouch, Mosquito"