Dear Mosquito, you're truly grand,
With your tiny wings and bloodthirsty gland.
You buzz around, causing me strife,
But I must admit, you're a marvel of life.

Your high-pitched whine, a symphony of annoyance,
Your itchy bites, a mark of your importance.
You suck my blood, leaving me sore,
But I suppose that's what you were created for.

You spread...