The menace of midges, no-see-ums or gnats,

designed just to drive you distractedly bats;

they swarm by the lake for their airborne attacks

on humans provided as portable snacks

 

A cloud on the water both morning and night,

evolved into something that surely ain’t right.

I think Mother Nature has made a mistake;

why can’t she admit it and give us a break?

 

What good do they do in the grand scheme of things,

so tiny but still they inflict painful stings.

For day after day they continue to itch;

sometimes I believe evolution’s a bitch.