.
Once every morning,
And once every night,
I unzip the purse and
Take out my digital mini-dracula
I wake it up and
It squeaks,
It’s thirsty for blood.
I stick a needle into my fingertip,
And squeeze out one ruby drop,
from which I give my pocket vampire its drink.
It squeaks again happily ,
reads the sugar
And turns my blood
Into a number
Oh how sweet it is,
to have diabetes.
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