Inktober 2022 1 The itch

Poem by Tom Lee

The Itch

 

I felt something tickling

When I walked across the rocks

It got so bloomin’ itchy

That I had to shed me socks

 

I couldn’t see no creature there

(My grammar’s rather poor)

I’ve looked up and down me trousers

And I’ve looked around the floor

 

Perhaps I was imagining

Perhaps there’s nothing there

Perhaps I’ll put me socks back on

‘fore people start to stare

 

I probably will never find

What caused itching to my toe

‘Tis one of life’s strange mysteries

I guess I’ll never know….

 

See a coloured version on FB here

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