Poison Ivy [Lyric Poem]

Poison Ivy, I think you know
that you will always be my foe.

I can slice your vine, pal-o-mine,
and still end slathered in calamine.

Because I must haul your corpse away,
and on my gloves your oils will stay —
waiting that unexpecting day
when I scratch some tender bit.

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