Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

My Itch

It started out as tiny as a half grain of sand.
An itch in my finger in my most leftist hand.
I scratched it and clawed it; now it is down to my knee.
This gigantic welt of an itch will be the death of me!

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Line Gauthier May 27, 2021 at 7:40 PM lovely rhyme ~ Caren Krutsinger May 28, 2021 at 10:54 AM Thank you Line. I was in the rhyming mood.

L Milton Hankins May 27, 2021 at 6:38 PM Sounds like you need a shot of Benydril (?) I had an itch around one of my fingernails just like that one night. I couldn't get it to stop no matter what I did. It either went away or I went to sleep scratching. Caren Krutsinger May 28, 2021 at 10:54 AM I despise these little itches.

Ilene Bauer May 27, 2021 at 1:57 PM i know the feeling and totally empathize! hope it goes away, caren... Caren Krutsinger May 28, 2021 at 10:55 AM I should have been writing about the 13 woodticks on my back; I made this one up, but I was thinking about them. My prissy husband was screaming with anxiety as he removed them. Hard telling how many weeks they had been feeding off me.