Pox Stampede
By Susan Noyes Anderson
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.I’ve got more pox
than hives have bees
or nests have birds
or forests, trees.
This many pox
I do not need.
I’m going to start
a pox stampede.
I’ll whistle, wave
my arms and shout:
“Giddup there, pox.
We’re movin’ out!”
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