'Pompous Pustule' Poem by Linda Winchell
'Pompous Pustule'
Oh Pompous Pustule there on my chin!
You weren't there last night
now where then have you been?
Under my skin, lying so deep!
Popping up in the night!
But why, SMACK DAB on my cheek?
Your not big enough!
Or I would pull off your HEAD!
And then little Pustule, you soon would be DEAD!
But as I see, I must wait a bit!
For your just a little white head
and not a full blown, Zit!
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