Exsanguinating Leeches

Exsanguinating leeches Rich cream on ripened peaches, Or Riviera beaches, tickling the ears it reaches Exsanguination is to bleed A practice we no longer need Now, Coumadin can quickly speed The death of rats, poison indeed! Like Sisyphus, his rocky hill Now Eliquis, without the thrill For those with fibrillations still ‘Tis clots, not rocks, the bitter pill So now I think to bleed a leech Might be a task just out of reach I do implore, I do beseech Pin down his arms, grab hold of each! ————— h/t to Howard Osborne’s INFRA DIG