Itch
Blotches and splotches,
Pink and red
Don't dare scratch:
It'll spread
Treat with loathsome liniments
And soporific pills,
But there's not a real cure:
Must suffer the ills
Watch out for pointy leaves
Grouped together, numbering three
Do your best to avoid it:
Poison ivy—the devil's weed
Copyright © Sean Rackley | Year Posted 2015
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