Mosquitos And Mojitos

Our story follows Martin,
A Mosquito through and through,
But although he seems quite normal,
He hides a secret from me and you,

As he buzzes to your ear,
Like any other of his kind,
Just to see if you're still sleeping,
So that he can rob you blind,

As he sticks his needle nose,
In through skin and into veins,
All the while he's thinking,"God!
All this blood drives me insane",

You see he only tries to drink it,
To impress other Mosquitos,
But the drink he most prefers instead,
Is a freshly concocted mojito,

As he passes by his friend,
(or 'acquaintance' to be precise),
he smiles his blood-soaked grin at him,
and hopes that will suffice,

Whilst all along inside his heart,
Beneath his boastful red drool,
He knows he's only drinking blood,
To make himself look 'cool',

But little does he know,
As his friend flies past and waves,
Is that all Mosquitos crave mojitos,
But they're too ashamed to say.