The Spot On My Nose
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A spot, the size of Vesuvius, where my nose should be.
It came out of nowhere, how can that be?
The Gods must surely have it in for me!!
With a cry of dismay my wife asks, ‘What’s wrong?’
As if somehow my nose doesn’t belong.
‘Can’t you see?’ I reply, almost headstrong,
‘This spot is so big, as big as King Kong?’
‘What spot’ she replies with a shake of the head,
‘A fuss over nothing, anyway it’s time for bed!’
‘Not yet’ I replied ‘dealing with this instead,
In the hope that tomorrow this spot I can shed!’
With a squeeze and a groan, I try hard to burst,
The spot which is becoming a confounded curse.
After an hour, the damn thing looks worse,
Which is kind of ironic as I wasn’t coerced.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A silly old fool who looks something like me!
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