Noseeums

I feel some several noseeums bit me—

else why was I itching and scratching my gams?

It happened while I was reading Shakespeare,

outside, half-naked on the balcony.

I wasn’t playing Romeo and Juliet either,

nor feeling like either neither,

Rather, reading Henry The Fourth,

laughing at Fat Guts, hill of flesh.

It was hot. I suppose I deserved to suffer,

and so some several noseeums bit me.