Ode To The NOLA Mosquito

The New Orleans mosquito
Has a very strong libido.
Its Northern kin
Will settle in
When summer is finito.
Mosquitos here stay out to bite
Each autumn day and winter night!
Their curfew bell falls on deaf ears
(Assuming a mosquito hears).
“Bon temps,” it seems, just never end
There’s always one more second wind.

Why this is so, I cannot say -
Perhaps mosquitos like beignets.
Or the lowly bug aspires
To imitate our famed vampires
In any case, I wish they’d quit
With this whole blood-sucking bit
Let me be, NOLA mosquito --
Try a Bourbon Street mojito.