Oh, the itching on my back, such a funny little knack
It dances and it tickles, like a mischievous ant pack.
I reach and I scratch, trying to find relief,
but the itch keeps moving, causing me disbelief,
It sneaks up high, then down and around
Oh, this sensation, so peculiar and profound.
I twist and I turn, contorting in a funny bend
Seeking solace from this itch, a true oddity my dear friend
But no matter how I try, it just won't go away
This little itch has chosen my back as its playful stay.
It whispers with laughter, teasing my skin
Oh, this hilarious itch that has found its kin.
So here I am, scratching with a giggle on my face
embracing the absurdity with no sign of disgrace
for in this funny moment, I find joy and cheer
even with an itch on my back, life's still crystal clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem