The Wrath of the Rash
by A. Paige White
There's got to be something I could bathe in.
The only thing sadder than the previous sentence is that
I have a big toe shaded in that lovely caladryl pink.
Unsure, is it, or is it not, poison ivy.
The mysteries of my yard, the depth of which I've yet to plumb,
hold an infinite variety of buggy possibilities.
Did I rake poisonously?
What IS it?
That dead spot in Gladys' yard felt intensely creepy as I raked it.
What manner of beings killed that grass?
It's what I get for rashly running around bare foot.
Author's Note: Disclaimer:
This is NOT poetry.
My son suggested this title as he contemplated my pink toe.
Posted on 10/04/2006
Copyright © 2021 A. Paige White
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/06 at 04:38 AM|
Poetry or not, I enjoyed reading this! Take care of that toe - pink is nice. :)
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/05/06 at 03:13 PM|
Brrrrrrrash write. I love wordplay.
(try a baking soda & water paste?)
Jill-ions of pink rose-colored good wishes.