The Hive

It begins with an itch 
The little child scratches it
Once or twice 
But the itch grows 
And soon the little child 
Is scratching constantly;
A feverish red patch of skin 
Irritated by constant scratching 
The itch becomes more intense 
And harder to resist 
And naturally a hive develops 
Soon full blown 
And itchier than ever, 
The little child is scratching constantly...
Stop that! You'll only make it worse, 
Mother says,
And so the little child stops scratching 
For a moment, 
Because Mother always knows what is best. 


                 W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.          13/10/18

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 10/14/2018 6:17:00 PM

G'day W. A. … good advice from Mum, but crikey, an itch is the hardest thing not to scratch. Nicely done - Lindsay

W.A. Cholt
Date: 10/15/2018 1:20:00 PM

Thanks Lindsay, your comment is much appreciated.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/13/2018 7:53:00 PM

So intense an itch. She listens to mom, so obedient, but there is the eye catching “for a moment” that holds our attention. Clever.

W.A. Cholt
Date: 10/15/2018 1:31:00 PM

Thanks Kim, I appreciate your comment. I think I would have been in the disobedient category myself. A moment is a long time for a young mind focused on an itch.