Freep, the Icky Tick
There's something on my hand.
Get it off! Get it off!
It bit onto me and
I've hid it with my cuff.
Its face is buried deep.
Sucking blood! Sucking blood!
I've named it Fractious Freep
It looks like a Milk Dud.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018
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