Humorous poem about a very unpleasant camp.

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Here I am at Camp Itchy and Scratchy.

I’m not having very much fun.

I’m itching from one hundred mosquito bites

As I lay out in the sun.

My counselor says, “Don’t worry.

You’ll have a great time for sure.”

That’s fine for him to say that,

But my itching has no cure.

Of course there’s poison ivy,

It’s surrounding our entire camp.

Yesterday Mary Lou touched some,

And now she’s the Queen of Itching Champ.

Oh please pick me up from here.

I know the camp was cheap.

But couldn’t you remember next time

To send some stronger DEET.

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  • Anne McNew on Jul 13, 2009

    …just love your camp out. never mind the itch. anyway it will be cured. lol

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