Itchies

Have you ever had the itchies
Up and down your spine?
They travel down your arms and legs
In not so straight a line.

The itchies go from head to toe
Attacking at sheer will
And scratch you may and scratch you might
If only they’d be still!

Whoever gets the itchies
Should really have a friend…
A friend who is quite twistable
And capable to bend.

The itchies when they’re itched at last
Can make you shout for glee!
If only they didn’t seem to return
As quickly as they flee!