The Pimple

Well I wrote a poem about my wife But she said, "If you post it you die" I said, "Don't worry babe you can count on me" But she should have known that I lie She had this pimple on the tip of her nose And I couldn't help but stare She thought I was listening to her every word 'Cause she didn't know it was there Now that monster had me hypnotized I even forgot how to blink It looked at me with those come hither eyes And I swear I saw it wink Well that night we went out to dinner To an all you can eat buffet Before we left she said, "How do I look?" But I didn't know what to say Now the waiter was truly mesmerized And my wife still none the wiser She thought it was rude when he asked her politely "Would you nose like an appetizer? She excused herself to powder her nose At least that's what she said But when she got back, she had fire in her eyes And said, "When we get home you're dead" Well that pimple finally faded away But my wife won't let me forget I think she knows that I posted this poem 'Cause she's still not over it yet