Victor Immanuel Poet Rhyme

Precision Without Practice

????PRECISION WITHOUT PRACTICE????
A nurse with a needle, eyes squinting tight,  
Hunts for a vein in fluorescent light.  
She taps and slaps, she warms the skin,  
But that sneaky vein won’t let her win!

She squints, she sighs, she calls for aid,  
Veins playing hide-and-seek in a masquerade.  
“Make a fist!” she cries, “Now pump it twice!”  
Still no vein, just skin that’s nice.

But lo! In the night, with zero fuss,  
Comes a buzzing beast without a bus.  
No flashlight, no gloves, no sterile prep,  
Just wings and vibes and a sneaky step.

The mosquito lands with ninja grace,  
No charts, no scrubs, no frantic chase.  
It sniffs the blood like a wine connoisseur,  
Then tap the vein...precision pure!

While humans sing and slap their thighs,  
It drinks and flies before sunrise.  
No training needed, no med school debt,  
Just hunger, stealth, and zero regret.

So next time you're poked five times in vain,  
And your arm looks like a subway train,  
Just whisper softly, with no disdain:  
“Should’ve hired a mosquito to find my vein!”

????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
{VMP}
Copyright ©? 23rd - 24th October 2025.

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