Band-Aid

I’ve got a Band-Aid on my toe.
It’s been there for twelve days.
It’s scungy, black and smells a bit,
but on my toe it stays.

My mum says, ‘take it off right now,
it makes me feel quite sick.’
My dad says, ‘that’s disgusting son!
You take it off now. Quick!’

But I’m not gonna take it off,
at least not for a while.
because my brother isn’t grossed out yet,
and that would make me smile.

 

 

30 thoughts on “Band-Aid

  1. Band-Aids are gross. Some people love having Band-Aids because they think it shows bravery. What do you think happened before the boy got the Band-Aid?

  2. Hi Kristin
    I really like this poem even though it was gross
    I whinge for even small scraps so my mother bought a packet of plasters for me so I could use when ever I want to.

    • Hi Kodey,
      I’m glad you like my poem. I wrote it because one of my sons hates having his toenails cut. He actually told me that a bear ate his toenails, so I wrote this poem.

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