In My Left Armpit a Big Boll

In my left armpit a big boll That made me with anger boil… Then, nurse began to water boil. “Please, don’t touch it now: let it boil…” “But not like breakfast tea I boil!” I’d prayed fluid would spill on the soil And had begun to like snakes coil But her next move, I on that soil, With the planned help of a sir Doyle Who made steadying me his toil… Several attempts to escape foil… Treating a boil could a day spoil; Two friends in arguments embroil.