You may think of vampires;
The aerial fliers,
That suck up blood,
Then leave the victim in the mud.
But I am not speaking about those,
The ones who are bloodsucking pros
They aren't pros all the way through,
The true bloodsuckers will latch onto you.
Leeches.
They reside on beaches.
Latching on to their unknowing prey,
And there they lay.
They suck the blood and never halt
Always Growing til the prey uses salt.
Deep in the weeds and sand of beaches,
Resides a true bloodsucker, leeches.
The next blood sucker is truly a pest,
They make it hard for campers to rest.
Living in damp marshland,
Looking for an unsuspecting hand.
Mosquitos are a pain in the butt,
Until a large pair of hands does shut.
In far away places like... Bulgaria?
Stupid mosquitos can transfer malaria.
So now you know of the truth
You can leave my informative booth.
I was here to help you learn,
About how these creatures should burn.
Thanks for reading this poem, now you know of my deep loathing of leeches and mosquitos. Please feel free to comment with any questions or poetry tips for me, and please do vote if you are enjoying this story so far. Thanks for reading!
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I Run With Scissors
PoetryA collection of Goofy and lighthearted poems. There isn't really a topic of any sort, the themes you may read about include my cat the evil genius, things my two year old cousin says and things that annoy me, as well as a broad range of other topics...
