Treasure Island

Sidi J. Mahtrow


The Girl With a Pimple on Her Nose


Sitting at her desk
Trying not to show
Concern for what, you ask?
The pimple on her nose.

Glowing red like a light
Amongst the beauty to behold
Something just not right,
The pimple on her nose.

Hair so perfectly adorned
A smile that welcomes those,
Beautiful face and earrings worn
Outshined by the pimple on her nose.

Dressed proper for the occasion,
Office work and after hour's close
To enjoy beginning of evening's fun
If wasn't for the pimple on her nose.

Soon nature will prevail
And bring to a close
The unsightly; her travail
The pimple on her nose.

Revealing all to see
The beauty disclosed
Missing finally
The pimple on her nose!

Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012
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