Pox Stampede
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.I’ve got more pox
than hives have bees
or nests have birds
or forests, trees.
This many pox
I do not need.
I’m going to start
a pox stampede.
I’ll whistle, wave
my arms and shout:
“Giddup there, pox.
We’re movin’ out!”
We don’t see chicken pox too much in this day and age, but those who are unlucky enough to catch it can still confirm the misery! When I was young, parents used to have “chicken pox parties” to give the whole circle of friends a chance to get it and get over it together. Sadly, I never caught it at the parties. Instead, I caught it out of the blue at age 13. I spent several summer days in a cool bath with oatmeal in it, trying to stave off the itch. I am thinking that I should probably have gotten up a pox stampede instead.
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