Pet Leech
I have a little leech;
I bring him out to play.
I really only see him
Every 57th day.
He’s happiest when I let him
Just lie there on my arm,
But I can’t let him stay too long,
‘Cuz we’ll both come to harm.
And so I let him have a bit
To bring my iron down,
And then we get a T-shirt that
We sport about the town.
It would be so much better
To sell him off for cash,
But all they ever do with him
Is throw him in the trash.
Given your anemia,
you could play some too;
We could start a line and hook
Direct from me to you.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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