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!
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h/t to Howard Osborne’s INFRA DIG
Categories:
fibrillations, silly,
Form: Monorhyme