Itches
 
 


by Kenn Nesbitt
 
   

I’m covered in calamine lotion
from forehead on down to my feeters
to stop me from scratching the itches
of hundreds of bites from mosqueeters.

My arms and my legs are so itchy,
they feel like they’re starting to smoke.
I guess that I got that from playing
in patches of red poison oak.

As if it could not be more painful,
my stomach is rashy and hivey,
my back and my sides are all blotchy
from wandering through poison ivy.

Despite that I’m itching like crazy,
I hardly can wait until when
my itches and rashes are better,
so I can go camping again.

 

Text © Ken Nesbitt reprinted from The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Anne Catharine Blake. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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