THE WORM HAS TURNEDHello remember me the scrawny kid,
I'm the one you and your friends.
Used to have fun beating,
you know you did.
Enough about me,
How the devil are you?.
Sorry to hear a unique decease,
The rarest of blood types.
Caught on holiday you say,
In Papa New Guinea.
While soaking up sun's rays,
transfusion can save the day.
Yet here I am taller than you,
Still smarting about Being bullied.
Here's the kicker don't mean to boast,
Seems I have the same blood type.
Could help but I definitely won't,
left my I care manners, You see.
In my other coat.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-07 at 03:14
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