Sticky and Icky

When I was young and my fingers got sticky
My Mother would wipe and wipe and say; "sticky icky".

Sticky is and sticky ain't
Sticky can be caused by just dot of wet paint.

Some times even my hair has been sticky
Why at times even my nose can become icky.

Sticky was never something good to be had
But with icky Mother would cluck and cluck and be so sad.

"Don't touch anything till I wipe your fingers and do not touch your nose"
Sometimes icky was so sticky she would also wipe my toes.

Sticky and icky were never loved by my Mother or me
But I was never sure which was worse, you see.

Sticky would always make you want to lick
Icky at times could make your stomach sick.

In tandem they both were a nemesis for Mother
She even wiped the fingers of my older brother.

A.H.O.

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