My Fickle Predicament
I have this little setback
I discovered it a while back
I woke up one morning
and went into complete mourning
Situated on my upper lip
Was a mole, I could not flip
I pulled it to the one side
Then it bounced back to the other side
I should have listened to my mother’s warning
But I realized it was too late the next morning
My mole has disappeared
And out of nowhere it reappeared
It’s now visible on my bottom lip
Don’t think I should attempt another rip…
Contest: Hole Mole-y!!
Placed: 3rd
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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