We got the blues from the Poison Ivy itch.
And now all we want to do is snooze.
We just sit around and itch.
If I were a drinker I’d have a sip of strong booze.
We feel like we’re in a spell from a mean witch.
That planted Poison Ivy in our flowerbeds.
Now the rash is spread all over our arms and legs.
We just want to ditch the heavy threads.
The only relief we have is Benadryl.
This is an itch we would both like to ditch.
Believe me sipping on awful Benadryl is no thrill.
I told her that ivy could kill.
It’s done broke my will.
All we do is itch!
My daughter and I switch.
She scratches then, I scratch.
We’re quite the match.
We’re both covered in Calamine Lotion.
Cause we’re under and evil potion.
We’re both filled with strong emotion.
We had no notion.
We’d both get the poison ivy blues.
Now we’re so blue!
We got the Poison Ivy Blues!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Had you stayed away from this plant, you might not have come up with this poem. So, you can thank this plant for once! Joke apart, loved the poem for its realistic portrayal of an everyday problem.