A taste for blood…

Tastes better when hard,

Best watch out for this bard,

He sucks up his own blood,

Eating it like candy,

Finds he does like it, being quite dandy…

Streams from a wound,

Down the leg in a flow,

The more pumps out the more the flow does grow,

More for him to snack on of himself,

Just think of the flow if off he did lose his big toe…

Has to does he await for the clotting,

Till then he can with paper do blotting,

Unusual this poem may be, is realized,

Better to eat the blood before it starts rotting…

          © ed ~ 8/9/05