I can't get dates because of this tick on my nose.
Women freak out even more as it continues to grow.
Now it's the size of a nickel.
I've gotten myself in a pickle.
I keep trying but I can't get a date on Saturday nights.
Women scream in terror and start running from fright.
It's not easy knowing that the ladies aren't pleased.
And if that isn't bad enough, now I have lyme disease.
Being inflicted with this problem really blows.
Somebody help me, I have to get this ugly thing off my nose!
(This is a fictional poem.)