Thursday, 3 November 2011

Your Last Meal

I thought you just a too tight sock,
Or a pain from where I did tire;
Yet when I had stripped and into bed,
The pain became somewhat dire.

I threw off the blanket with great haste,
I fumbled about for the fire;
With the lamp lit I finally saw,
What did make me hie and gyre.

I looked down in the light and there you were,
My little deer tick vampire

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