Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
There is no comfort, nothing can be said
The silent forest shivers in the rain
Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
Everyone asks if he was sick or sane
My dearest darling brother he is dead
Since his death, Bluebell woods are black with pain
There is no comfort, nothing can be said.

© M.L.Emmett
First published in The Mozzie Volume16, Issue 7, September 2008

I split that magic concoction my young blood, you sent me, into two parts,
Using those ancient measured scholars work of the metric.
My muses are gliding above my head like mozzie darts,
Harmoniously drenching the stars while I try start my epic.

My feelings brought, oozing through from my very pores,
That your alluring spell, you willed, spill waves of bliss.
My authors hand, the gods, creative chariots gold that soars,
This friend will nurse full known, my visions of beauty, you'd **** to kiss

My love lies on a distant shore ,
taken by a monster I have never seen before .
For my first kiss I would have embraced her love of no sweeter face .
To a kingdom where she is enslaved by the Pterosaurs. .
How could I leave the gal I love to such a fate from up above ?
Why should the cruel sea and their monsters depart my love .
Then I shall go on my ship to sail ,
upon perilous seas ,
wind rain and darkest night ,
with sword in hand defeat the beasts of this land .


What of the monsters that roam the sea when my heart belongs to thee .
The Mosasaurs before me I slay their blood now lies stained on my
chest
Their throats slit by silver sword ,
then spat out with one accord ,
down they go to sickening thud ,
down to shallows thick with mud ,
down to the seas bed that lies beneath,
for to no Mozzie sauras shall I yeald .
My chest I raise with blood stained sword ,
to give thanks to my God and Lord .



I now arrive on tomorrow shore ,
Past the shattered glass no more ,
Past the sunset that was my own ,
and sacred mist that called me home .

There she lies all chained in blood her pumping heart so full of love .
Her captors what beasts of hell ,
With blood red sword so swift to tell .
One by one their wings lie low ,
One by one to sickening thud  they go .
until I stand before my maiden fair ,
her dainty locks ,
her auburn hair .

I picked her up so her feet would not be scorched by the sand ,
placed her on our ship ,
and set sail for
Evermore .

A man from Poland is a pole
that makes a German one a germ ?
then one from Holland is a hole
and from Peru must be a perm

If one from Scotland is a Scot
and an Australian is an Aussie
so one from Botswana is a bot
and from Mozambique a mozzie ?

Then every guy that lives in Greenland
must be turning greenish
i think it's best I move to Finland
and this stupid poem finnish

a mosquito that's Vietnamese
really can annoy
especially north of 17 degrees
buzzing in Hanoi

there is also another mosquito
with an annoying attitude
it lives in Ecuador Quito
buzzing at high altitude

but one mosquito is so laid back
it calls itself a mozzie
it gets a buzz from a good whack
annoying the ****** Aussie