27 Days of Poetry - Day XXIV

It's the Leeches!

by Tim Reed

Beware, my friends, the lachrymose leeches

Wait one hour, as Aunt Josephine preaches

If your hunger you cannot control, please avoid the beaches.

If you doubt their sense of smell

Regard the lighthouse warning-bell

Never try to outwit a leech - it never goes so well

Six rows of teeth and one razor-sharp nose

One is trapped, regardless of how fast he or she rows

Here's hoping you didn't need your fingers and toes

Murky, teeming violet waters beneath

Innumerable frenzied rows of waiting teeth

Is your last will ready to bequeath?

Beware, my friends, the lachrymose leeches

Wait one hour, as Aunt Josephine preaches

If your hunger you cannot control, please avoid the beaches.

Beware, my friends, the lachrymose leeches.