Phlebotomist (Not For The Squeamish)

My antecubital vein - I surrender it now unto you: Feel free to aim your great lance - Here's now hoping you know what to do! That needle's wide and so blunt: Will my vein stand the might of that stab? She yanks the tourniquet tight: Here it comes - will I faint? One-two jab! Oo-agh! Oo-ahg! Oo-oo-ahg! Flipping missed! Now I'm out on the floor. But after clearing my head, I then ease my poor self through the door. ‘Now steel your mind - don't be coy! ' That old vampire just screeches with chill, ‘You moved your arm silly man! Now just sit in the chair and be still! ' She glared with glee through dark eyes, As she poked at my poor little vein: ‘Aha! A tramline I see - Now then, stay still and just take the pain.' Then swoosh! The needle drives through, But slides out of my arm as I yell: ‘That's air you're drawing, not blood! ' What to do with this butcher from Hell? Her face was wild with crazed joy - She just wanted to torture me now: At least my mind told me so: Dominatrix was she; blood-lust cow! By now my face was deep grey, As I pondered upon this mad farce: Aha! I know what to do… And I rammed a syringe up her a**se! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009