The phlebotomist had trouble drawing blood from me on the morning of Dec. 19, 2011 because she thinks that my veins have been pricked too many times and now they don't want to cooperate anymore. So this next rhyme is inspired by that morning.
All around the phlebotomy lab
The needle chased the vessel.
The needle thought it was all in fun,
STOP! Cries the vessel
A hundred for an HCG
A hundred for the estrogen
That's' the way the money goes,
STOP! Cries the vessel
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