A light poem about my frustrations with poison ivy.
Three-leafed menace,
creeping up that wall.
I see you, avoid you,
but it doesn’t matter at all.
In my innocent stride,
you strike me with your wrath,
and now I’m forced to take
another oatmeal bath.
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