While fishin at the river Roy finally had to pee. A canoe of cuties drifted by simultaneously. The girls began to holler feigning flattery. So Roy flashed a cheesy smile as he did a little spin Distracted and exposed he missed the skeeter zooming in. Got a skeeter on my peeter, apprehension in my step. Yes my wang was out, but dont go judgin’ me just yet. I didn’t want repellent on the most sensitive part of me He bit before I could kill him. Now I’m as itchy as can be. Billy was a nudist and curious about the camps A retreat is what he booked—a full weekend like a champ There was naked tennis & parties clothing free Though at ease in his skin And on the lookout for any ticks No thought had crossed his mind That skeeters are this problematic!