3A boy, not quite teen age,
Ran through the Boy Scouts' camp
Making a noise resembling
Gum quickly losing its flavor.
My tentmate asked me
In a tone fast becoming unfriendly
Why he heard lemons outside.
Already cranky from a long day,
A stiff cot, and a sticky evening,
I looked outside to see the noisy missile
Screaming into the distance.
When the mosquito flew back,
I put out my foot,
Tripped him up,
And whispered,
"Shhh..."
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