Pimple - Poem by Ruth Walters
I had a pimple on my nose,
it wouldn’t budge it wouldn’t go
and didn’t suit me there I know,
this glowing carbuncle of woe.
I showed it to a fellow worker
who told me I was just a shirker.
But what’s a girl supposed to do,
and I thought he was very cruel.
I showed it to the nurse at clinic
who didn’t seem to do much with it
and so I served it notice with
a scalpel and a little stitch.
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