Adding to my canon of remarkable poetry
Itchy ankle, itchy ankle,
You’re the cause of all my rankle.
Damn mosquito, found my vein,
Your existence is my bane.
Can’t think clearly, can’t think straight,
Since my blood was made the bait.
All I want to do is itch,
Throw my body in a ditch
Of hydrocortisone.
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tags: Aggravation | Poetry
Oh Annie.
My favorite is still the bra-shopping poem.
I’m sorry you itch.
Amazing.
hahah I coincidently jumped in to this page….this is really different kinda poetry :D
I counted 10 evil bites this morning, and have been carrying around itchiecream all week! Loved the poem, and thanks for your happy words about my new adventure. I thought you’d approve!
I can totally envision this as a song. Just add that catchy country twang, add a chorus, and you’ve got the next big hit! ;)
You are so funny.
Genius. This kind of stuff hasn’t been written since “Poison Ivy”.
I know we still haven’t met… but have I ever told you that you’re my hero? Really. I hope to transition into my post-college life as gracefully as you have… and maybe someday I’ll be as witty. and wise. and funny.
Because you, my friend, are hilarious. Like laugh-out-loud in class while I’m reading your blog hilarious.