Leech Poems - Poems about Leech

Jack, Jack, Jack and jack, what about me, my name is Jill I’m only mentioned once, when we climbed up the hill , Then Jack fell, and broke his crown, I was filled with dread, So tumbled after him, but he had gone to bed, To bandage his head. Jack Sprat and his wife, one ate no fat and...

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Speeches peaches, Just like leeches, Sucking my blood, Sucking my nards, It’s really hards, Just like a rock, They’re in my sock!...

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the old crone’s dome boiled skull scalding, full of trouble and toil oily face, razorburn neck my eyes the type to scan salamander like darting here to there wondering where to next where to next? I tire of the comfort in mom’s crockpot, I'm hungry for another bite of syringes in the soil slippery like a leech, i suck blood because its richer than what I'm loyal...

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Beseech to Impeach they have been a leech what we will do is beseech them we should impeach...

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You are a total leech sucking what is good for you; Plagued with pitiful speech always mumbled and garbled; Never had a far enough reach, you embarrass yourself; Thieves always hide what’s true, little did you see I am made of bleach....

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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...

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In sundry ways deaf to your zeal Which foxy whims fruitless sway, My wandering self did finally feel Pearliest sparks of your legit ray. Inured by bestial blinding decoys Which easiest-faring limb obeys, I did heed a deluding artful voice That upon artless hearers preys. For want of fine wholesome sense Which your ancient anthems teach, My guessing soul staggered tense; Serf to...

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the tea glass was within his reach his call for help made the people screech put the tea glass in my hand at pool side he was ban for being a plain old, lazy leech...

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sin adheres firmly like a blood sucking vile leech - doer never spared....

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from the sympathetic heart departed they are or sold for felicity, ephemeral felicity and become enthralled greedy It’s majesty of presentation, pen soldier they are in society, rich or mighty not are they they had lofty conscience movement in supreme thought- pen comrade they are but now they are under offerings in black mercy boundary nourished they are with flattery blessings now in...

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A leech came after me in my sleep. So I dreamed up a tapeworm. Silly mistake. Now I am being eaten. Slowly and mightily. From the inside out, And the outside in. The roundworms and flatworks are knocking. I dare not listen. Not wanting any more strife. In what is left Of my rapidly disappearing body....

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A boy sat down right on the beach feet dipping in the lake. The sun was shining up above, a great day it would make. The cheerful boy was wading ‘round, as happy as can be. Until he felt a painful pinch, a slight nip at his feet. The boy had not a panic yet, no worry in his mind. The...

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Lying hidden like a mine, he waits for an innocent walker on a serene path. He’s like a terrorist, brave, but brainless. He sharpens his weapon for a bloody harvest. It seems the whole blood in the universe won’t quench his thirst. He forgets himself in sucking spree. Others’ aches, he cares never. Often, his fate’s to end in a bit of salt or under a boot. He dissolves in soil, and...

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THE SERIAL LEECH by JOHN M. ARRIBAS He Was Here Today Promised Pie in the Sky But We’ll Soon Discover its Just Another Lie They’ll Say Anything That to Them Is a plus But Once They Are in They Make Fools of Us They Need Our Vote to Get Elected First Order of Business Get re Elected They Don’t Need Our...

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Tick and Leech Note: This little story (perhaps there are more to follow) has its origins in two spelling mistakes. The first one is 'Leech' for my dear friend Mel's surname. The second one is 'Tick', for my Tourette Tics. This just asks for Fontaine-like parabels, don't you agree? ...

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