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By: Edna Mae Cilwa |
Posted: 12/16/2007 |
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| A humorous poem by Edna Mae Cilwa. |
| Estimated reading time: 1 minute(s) (218 words) |
I didn't think I'd ever miss
The leeches that we had
All summer on the counter.
But now, I'm feeling sad.
They were a conversation piece—Those ugly, horrid, critters—So miserable to care for
That they gave us all the jitters.
Folks would view them with disgust,
Mutter, "Yuck!" and then
Stand and watch the stupid things
And come back there again.
We started out with quite a few
And lost them day by day,
Until, at last, but one was left.
Then he, too, passed away.
And now, the Pharmacy seems bare
I draw attention to
The book, the jars, the pills, the scales,
But none of them will do.
I can't expound upon the use
Of leeches then or now.
All I can do is mention them.
It sure falls flat. And how!
Few care today that they are gone
Forgotten, that is true.
But, somewhere in Leech Heaven,
I hope they miss me, too.