My Uncle Carbuncle

My Uncle Carbuncle lived all alone, In a very small house made all of stone. No one called him or ever came by, Just a hermit by choice, My Oh My! My Mother's Brother and a real sad sack, Had pus-filled bumps on his face and his back. An affliction he had since he was a kid, Which affected most everything that he did. Never ate out, had groceries delivered; And all who saw him just shaked and shivered. Multiple doctors had never cured him, Try as they might had never assured him. Resigned to the fact that nobody cared, Just hid in his house that nobody shared. Until one day completely by chance, Learned of a doctor living in France. A miracle drug to cure all his ills, So twice a day took these miracle pills. Then his skin cleared up I'm happy to say, My Uncle Carbuncle got married today.