The Lament Of A Nosy Leech Poem by Stephen Katona
The Lament Of A Nosy Leech
Oh Daniela Liverani,
You took care of me,
From the moment I swam,
Up your nose in Vietnam.
I pushed aside a bogie,
That looked like a pea,
Stuck to you like glue,
And together we grew.
You took me home to Scotland,
Gave me time to expand,
Shelter and food,
An end to solitude.
Was I a sucker,
To see you as mother?
You gave me Curly for a name,
I tried to show you I was tame.
When you fell off your scooter,
And bumped your hooter,
I was in the right spot,
To curl up like a clot.
All was going fine,
Each day I would dine,
And imagine you giggle,
With every little wiggle.
I dreamt of growing fat,
Riding under your hat.
Then after four weeks,
I heard your shrieks.
It all turned sour,
When I popped out in the shower,
To drink a watery drip,
Off your top lip.
Soon there were these geezers,
Who grabbed me with tweezers.
Now, please end our little tiff,
I miss the sound of your sniff.
Would you welcome back a leech,
With the power of speech?
Just think how we could entertain,
If you let me remain.
Everyone wants to see,
The two of us on TV,
Or take a pic,
Of our party trick.
Marriage would bring you fame,
And Leech is such a nice name.
I promise not to roam,
If you let me come home,
And never make you bleed.
Daniela….. I plead.
A lovely entertainer with wiggly ugly leech, enjoyed reading it.
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the name Leech might be an improvement! don't tell her i said so. no warning on title! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bri's FORM FOR COMMENTING ON POEMS: [n/a = not applicable to this poem] Poem Comment Form As my shoulder I did abuse, here is what may amuse: A poem-comment “form”; I know it ain’t the norm. But if I write comments TOO long, I’ll never hear the end of the song: “Bri, I Told You, Take Care Of Shoulder; You’re Young No More & Getting Older”. So this simple form I have devised. Don’t look at me! Are you so surprised? If I use the form I MAY have more time … to read more poems with, or without, rhyme. After all, I can’t read and NOT comment, and if you must have MORE input ……….from me … send me a request ……….., though “more” AIN’T free. ============================================= A. I enjoyed it: Yes _x__ ; No___ ; I’m not telling___ B. I understood it: Yes_x__; No___; I’m not sure___ C. I enjoyed the: Rhyming _x__; Rhythm__x_; Originality_n/a__; Cleverness__x_; Humor/Humour_x x__; Seriousness_n/a__; Sensuality__? _; Humanity__? _; Alliterations_n/a__; Personal touch_n/a? _; Other __________ D. It makes me want to read more of your poems: Yes_x__; No___; I’m not telling___ E. The use of English was: Impeccable/good_x__; Deplorable/bad___; In between___; No comment___ F. Could use proofreading: Yes___; No_x__; You decide___ THANKS FOR SHARING. bri :)