Fort Pox


We’re Quarantined with a capital Q,
so tell ya what we’re gonna do. Gonna

get some ploomfy blankets and books
and snacks, gonna run ’em all through

to the kitchen and back. Gonna add a
jar of fireflies, too, and sing some songs

on our blue kazoo. Gonna itch and
twitch, but (almost) never scratch. We

can cover our hands with oven mitts
and I’ll pat your back and then we’ll

switch. We’ll swap ghost stories and
bubble gum, and when the end of the

day finally comes, we’ll snuggle in tight
with one last small scritch, and our

teddy bears. Same time tomorrow?
I’ll see you there.


Poetic Asides day 9 of the April PAD Challenge. 

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9 Responses to Fort Pox

  1. nmykel says:

    Neat! Especially
    We can cover our hands with oven mitts
    and I’ll pat your back and then we’ll


  2. Candy says:

    what great fun!!

  3. Oloriel says:

    You make pox sound like a party!
    I had it lucky, though, I did not itch, did not scratch,much to the joy of my parents I just slept it away!

  4. Marie Elena says:

    Ohmigosh I love it and it brings back memories. What you capture … OHHHHHH what you capture!

  5. abarn003 says:

    “Ploomfy!” a great, childlike word.

  6. She says:

    You are so creative. It’s astonishing, really.

  7. A fantastically fun poem and response to a frustrating disease. Almost makes me want to contract chicken pox again! 🙂

  8. tsdwords says:

    That’s the way to treat illness, turn it into fun. Makes me wanna play hooky….

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