Showing posts with label chicken-pox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicken-pox. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Chicken-pox





When ya’ got the chicken-pox
You can’t be wearin’ shoes or socks
‘cause chicken pox got no respect
But perch on feet-soles, scalp and neck
And every crease, cranny of skin
That they can manage to squeeze in

When chicken-pox make a house-call
They are not courteous at all
We don’t see them till they hatch
And all we want to do is scratch
But mother says that we must not
Oh, how I hate the chicken-pox

'Bring me a swab of calamine,
A drink, a bath of oatmeal-grime'
How sweet and happy life will be
When I get past this misery
Of burning, itching agony
And chicken-pox melancholy

© Janet Martin

She prefers to be living in an oatmeal-bath these days;)
"Victoria; in the words of my mother, 'this too shall pass'. "
At least they will be better by Saturday, her 12th birthday!