I scratched so hard I left a mark
The itches wouldn’t stop
I scratched so hard I left more marks
Around, beside, on top
My arm is such a messy sketch
Of white and bloody streaks
The doctor says the itch won’t stop
For two or three more weeks
Too bad I can’t just shake it off
And have the itch erased
Instead I have to keep it coated
With a sticky paste
I hope it doesn’t leave a mark
Or feel like old dried cobs—
At least my arm won’t end up with
Two little twisty knobs
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