Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Pimple


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.

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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  • Bri Edwards (1/25/2014 4:35:00 PM)

    Ruth Walters' Dimples

    Ruthie's cute with those two small cheek dimples.
    NOW I'd guess they were both ONCE cheek pimples.

    Do readers dare ask of which two cheeks I'm speaking?
    I'll tell you the TRUTH. I saw her in the shower; I was peeking.


    thanks for sharing, ruth. no need to thank me for MY poem; it was my PLEASURE! heh heh bri :) (Report) Reply

  • Chuck Audette (1/9/2014 12:56:00 PM)

    No need for anger or for fear
    'cause zit put your nose out of joint
    It simply wasn't wanted there
    I hope it got that point. (Report) Reply

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