Itches

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From the book The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!

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 hivy,
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!

 — Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2001. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 6

Topics: Cautionary Tale, Health, Seasonal Poems

Poetic Techniques: Irony, Wordplay

 


From the Book The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!


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