Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Tickling Tommy's Tum

by peter nicol-harper

Mummy, why is my eczema crying? I want to kiss it all away.
No, you must not even touch it with your Tommy Thumb.
Mummy, why is my skin flaking? I want to tickle it all away.
No, you must not even pick it with your Peter Pointer.
Mummy, why is my scab weeping? I want to pull it all away.
No, you must not even tease it with your Toby Tall.
Mummy, why is my sore streaming? I want to scratch it all away.
No, you must not even rub it with your Ruby Ring.
Mummy, why is my spot screaming? I want to smack it all away.
No, you must not even batter it with your Baby Small.
Mummy, why are you crying? I want to magic it all away.

Added: 28.04.2009

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