UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY

Read the poem and answer the question

I wonder how long, you awful parasite
Shall share me this little bed,
And make me, from sweet dreams be lost
By sucking blood from my poor head.

I should but say man has much
Blood, which you and your families do feed
on; for supper, dinner, and lunch,
And besides, you do in my bed breed.

Clever thou art, tiny creature;
You attend me when I am deep asleep;
When thou art sure, I cant you capture,
Just as the time I snore deep.

''Tis so strange that before twilight,
The bed clear of you would seem;
For not one you is in my sight
As if your presence was in a dream.