The Leech and the Beach!

Illustration by David Scurr

Picture this:

A still lake, an opportunity, an opportunist...

The Leech and the Beach!

subtitled: The Letch and the Bitch!

The life had advantage...Where? On a beach
where I was savagely ravaged by a testy ol' leech.
I was out at the cottage afloat on a tube
unaware of the danger; an unprepared rube.

Discovered by slime, by the slug far aground;
prime cut for the taking of the want'n blood hound
to mate me half way between unsure and shore,
discovered uncovered, unaware to the core.

...and then IT! had taken me...more than a minute
perhaps it was hours, it seems I was unwitted
dame game for the bloated pleasure of one
who gloated in leisure and cried "bloody fun!"

"Bleck" I said crossly "I feel I've been used,
I feel tawdry, Miss Taken, ashamed and abused."
The "said suction" needed a firm and stiff action.
Revenge would be rendered for sub slime satisfaction.

I registered a plea to get it off of my chest.
I swam back to shore, brushed him off, and re-dressed
the laid worm...for the frontal assault...
I laid my recourse...I'd affront..."a la salt"

The satisfied smile that had angered me so
was soon to be gone, 'twas the first thing to go.
It shrunk back in pain, then I swear it did squeal...
"That's the very last time I'll have you as a meal!"

Hey the damned thing was guilty, it had it's way...
for my services rendered....the sucker had paid.
The member was tendered and the needed correction
was making him a fraction of a former erection!

So that is the story of how one woman won
a harrowing battle and how justice was done,
but if you are wondering, you can assume
I'd gladly submit...to rub salt in the wound.

Quasimodem

About the author: Divorced and can you believe she is still single?