.5. Calamine No Pal O Mine Poem by David Threadgold

Twisting turning sunshine burning
Blistered back and never learning
Had a notion using lotion
Could have saved so much commotion

Calamine used like distemper
Couldn’t ease unwanted temper
Tried to sit couldn’t sleep
Twisting turning burns so deep

In the morning brothers, sisters
Scratching at big angry blisters
Calamine put on in dabs
Turning blisters into scabs

Putting on a clean white shirt
Can’t complain how much it hurt
Painful itching had to scratch
Bleeding scab left bloody patch

Swearing oaths we each had learnt
Come next year to not get burnt
Summer ends by late September
And come next year we’ll not remember


© 2008 David Threadgold
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