Pin Cushion (Fun Poem 175) - Poem by David Harris
Sitting and waiting again
for the vampires to take
another blood sample from me.
My arm feels like a pin cushion
from the needles I get
and always just before winter.
Flu jab, shingles Jab and blood tests.
I am beginning to think
the older I get
the more they like
to use me as a pin cushion.
16 October 2015
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