Think It Out First

By Kenneth Fakamuria

Three starving mosquitoes Waited patiently for their prey In a dark gloomy corner.

They had been travelling for three long days And had scarcely anything left in their stomachs.

At last out of the corner of their eyes They saw it come.

It pulled down the mosquito net And its tired eyes closed in bed.

The three mosquitoes sat back And smiled a veiy big smile.

Then down they zoomed And alighted safely on the net.

They crawled through the holes And tiptoed quietly up the bed.

Their mouths watered At the sight of the Jood.

Then they thrust in their mouths And sucked up the blood hungrily Until their stomachs expanded and expanded And became so red That the prick of a needle would explode them.

When they had had enough to eat They made their way towards the net Singing high and singing low But at the sight of the holes in the net They scratched their heads in great dismay For the holes in the net were much too small For their big red stomachs.

However hard they tried to struggle They never succeeded in getting through The three mosquitoes sat down in tears Imprisoned in the dark gloomy net.