Itchy: A Poem

It begins with a niggle
That becomes a tickle
And turns into an itch
I cannot scratch:

Under my belly
And over my back
From my tail to my nose,
Even my toes.

I get so grumpy
While my skin goes lumpy;
I can’t sleep at night
My skin’s so tight.

Until with slithering rustle
And wriggling bustle
I shrug it away.
I’m free today!

I like to be shiny
With shimmering scales,
But it’s just my luck;
Shedding really sucks.

Shinily,

Mikey