Poison Ivy [ It itches ]

I lay in bed,
Feeling itchy,
Nothing said,
Feeling antsy.

Tossing and turning,
Almost all night,
Bouncing the bedspring,
Putting up a fight.

The touch of it,
And you'll burn,
Painful as a zit,
Stay away you learn.

Tiny Red bumps,
Full of heat,
Your heart pumps,
Cycle is to repeat.

Wash your hands,
Or it'll spread,
The rash expands,
Wishing to be dead.

Don't touch Poison Ivy.