Friday, October 9, 2015

The Skeeter’s Lullaby



The skeeter upon the headboard sits,
And picks his teeth and sharps his wits;
Eyeing his victim disenrobe,
Nervously waiting his flesh to probe.
The lamp goes out, the prayer is said,
The victim wearily crawls to bed;
While skeeter above unfolds his wings,
And hovering over his prey he sings:

     “Bizz – bizz – bizzerty bizz;
     Now for a draught upon your phiz;
     Sleep, O, sleep, peacefully sleep;
     I your vigil will nightly keep.
     Bizz – bizz – bizzerty bizz,
     Beautiful, tender, juicy young phiz.

The skeeter alights, no sound is heard,
His deep sword thrust if not deferred;
Deeper and deeper the weapon goes,
Till pure and freely the liquid flows.
Nervous and worried the sleeper sighs,
Before his vision dance large mince pies;
Then out of a fierce nightmare he springs,
While skeeter departs, and softly sings:

     “Bizz – bizz – bizzerty bizz;
     O, what a relishing, juicy phiz.
     Sleep, O, sleep, peacefully sleep,
     Twenty four hours away I’ll keep.
     Bizz – bizz – bizzerty bizz,
     Innocent, tender, juicy young phiz.



Oct. 9, ‘93
Accepted by “Truth”
Pub. Oct. 13, 1894
        #391



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