The hardy Himalayan nettle stings.
It felt like punching piles of jellyfish.
The slightest brush feels like a snapped bowstring.
But the balm of time bowstrings quickly bring.
The nettle's cure proved far more standoffish.
The hardy Himalayan nettle stings.
Two days on, the nettle still sent its ping.
My hand numb like I'd fondled Fugu fish.
That slightest brush felt like a snapped bowstring.
I put my useless limb in a web sling.
Not really, but it did hurt fiercely-ish.
That hardy Himalayan nettle stings.
Oh! of such agony Divas do sing.
Not really, but it was unpleasant-ish.
The slightest brush felt like a snapped bowstring.
Stabbed by roadside nettle in Darjeeling
is a fate upon no one I would wish.
The hardy Himalayan nettle stings.
The slightest brush feels like a snapped bowstring.
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