Poison Ivy Poem

Scratchin’ the Itch

Leaves of three
I did not see
and now I have
Poison Ivy

This damnable itch
I scratch a ditch
through skin so red
Wish that I was bloomin’ dead

Antihistamines and steroid lotions
poltices and secret potions
have absolutely done no good
Ooo Look Blood

It will vanish in good time
But I run out of itching rhyme
and so I close
Oh, God. It’s in my nose

Beverly R. Titus
05/29/09