Itching the Itch, or How to Get a Soda
by Gato Soto
My sister said,"Scratch my back."
I took a popsicle stick and scratched slowly.
"Faster," she yelled.
I scratched even slower.
"Come on ! " she yelled.
The scratching came slower,
The speed of a potato bug walking on a sidewalk.
She pushed me away and dropped to the floor,
Scrubbing her back like a dog.
Then our dog , confused , lay on his back and scratched.
I lay down, too and wiggled on the ground,
All three of us barking.
Then mom came into the living room, hands on her hips.
"Okay. Cold sodas for your act ! "
Fearless Fernie, Hanging Out With Fernie and Me. New
York: G.P. Putnam's Sons. 2002