There’s a place on the back of your body
It’s that space on your back that gets itchy,
That place you cannot reach,
That place that makes you get bitchy,
Where your right hand, bent around from below,
Can’t reach the other from across your head while you stand.
Where the itching always finds its way
I call it No Hands Land.
It’s that place where you ask your partner
Darling please, can you please scratch my back
Up a bit, across and now down, now across to the middle
And always they’re completely off track.
It’s as though the itches got together
It’s as though they’ve had this thing planned
To find their way to the most difficult place
I call it No Hands Land.
So perfectly said!
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Thanks for the comment Bonnie. Makes my day when I know someone is reading what I write.
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My pleasure, I enjoy your writing. I know the feeling 😉
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I got that space on my back too! I inherited my father’s back scratcher. Such a life saver 🙂 Highly recommend that you get one
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Thank God for chopsticks and other kitchen utensils.
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Ah yes, been there, done that. Backscratcher beats them all hands down 🙂
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