Pimple Home (Poem)

Ah! There’s a huge pimple on my face,

I got to kill this thing,

I’m so busy with my face,

Have to find a way to get rid of this thing,

Ah! My lovely face.


The nerve of the pimple trying to reside on my face,

Sorry pimple but my face can’t be your home,

I’m removing you from my face,

You should’ve found another home,

Now you must die for having the nerve to get on my face.


Ouch the medicine stings,

Yay the pimple is slowly dying,

I rather deal with the stings,

If it means the pimple is dying,

After all, it’s only temporary stings.


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