The Mosquito, a tale of misery from the depth of winter's night

Once, upon a midnight dreary
As I curled beneath the sheets
And I grumbled, weak and weary
Then, great glory, fell asleep
All at once there came a noise
That dopplered and laid waste my cheer
Twas a mozzie, ever buzzing
Buzzing in my sodding ear.

Roused I was from restoration,
Writhing like a serpent doth,
Lest the little bugger bite me
Turn me to a dengue-pot
Light-switch sought and found and hammered
All to naught but mozzie’s sneer
As insistent, swooped he, bladdered -
Drunk on blood from in my ear.

Laid I wakeful; waxed I wrathful
Clutched at th’electric swat
Sleep receding, anger seething
Rest and tranquil soul forgot
Till by inches, tiredness took me
Back to sleep and rest's arrears
Back beneath the blankets leaving
Innocent and still my ear.

Oh, the noise! Again! In evil
Zooming with a loathsome sound
Came the pointless parasite and
Bearer of disease abound
Went the mozzie, made but ghostly
Ere the light did re-appear
Cursed I baldly, stomped I loudly
Swatting at my open ear!

Till the grey light broke the curtain
Lay I, robbed of sleep, ablaze
Good for nothing come the morning
Naught but insect-focussed rage
And should I ever roll to ceasing
Take a moment’s rest, I fear
Again will come that sodding mozzie
BUZZING IN MY SODDING EAR.

Now I sit 'fore curtains open
Madness swivels both my eyes
Clutching at the weapon useless
Pointless to this bug's demise
Ever-rocking, back and forward
Backwards, even then before
Yet my skin is supped and punctured.
Quoth the mozzie: evermore!

(with modest acceptance of Edgar Allen Poe’s gratitude)