By: Daniel Cobb
With a knock at the door, he left a filled out slip;
The clients wanted to give more, but he turned down the tip.
Once the windows were shut and the empty streets clear,
He holstered his backpack and then took on the rear.
He sprayed the backyard garden with his gas-powered wand,
But was careful to avoid the fish pond.
He took out a whip and knocked insects out of the air,
Then stomped on another with his leather boot landing there.
The back gate opened – a motorcycle popped out!
Those bright headlights filled determined bloodsuckers with doubt.
With a couple cans of hairspray and a restaurant match from yesterday,
His backpack nozzle torched them so he went right on his way.
Flying off a ramp, Dread Skeeter landed in his truck,
Mosquitoes tapped the windshield, but they had run clear out of luck!
Because he shocked them with a cattle prod mounted onto his hood,
He got them all at once and boy did it feel good.
As he pulled back out of the driveway, the bugs fell one by one;
Then he headed toward the highway with those rascals on the run.
A huge mosquito tried to pick the whole vehicle up, but the tollbooth it couldn’t pay,
So the impact from that crater could be heard from miles away.
When Dread arrived at the town, folks were pinned against the wall;
It seemed like those annoying skeeters were about to eat em all.
He whipped them right out of the air, with time to answer a call,
And when he hung up, the last of them did fall.
He set down his backpack, but when he took off his mask, it
Seemed the fine townsfolk came out and showered him with a fruit basket
From a mile in the distance, you could hear the crowd cheer;
“Things sure will be different now, since you arrived here”.
As the clock hit high noon, they saw he was their hero,
For he had brought the mosquito population down to nearly zero.
The friendly folks threw flowers at his feet,
But he had to get back now that his route-list was complete
As he waved farewell, there was confetti and echoing laughter,
For the neighbors knew they would renew every year thereafter.
Leaving signs and cards, he drove off toward the sun;
He couldn’t help smiling – another job well done.
