Winter’s not yet here so they’re still around <br />We long for the snow that would send them to ground <br />If your leg was a peg, you’d be half ok <br />Just hope they want the right one on that day <br />You know they’ve found you when you hear that buzzing sound <br />You could be skinny, or fat and round <br />As they tuck into that blood so rich <br />You know you’ve been had when it begins to itch.<br /><br />brian roy skyers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gotcha-3/
