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This Tick On My Nose

I have a tick on my nose.
As it sucks blood, it grows.
When my ex-girlfriend saw it, it was too much for her.
She screamed at the top of her lungs and ran away in horror.
I can't get a date because of this tick that's the size of a nickel.
I am so lonely for female companionship, I sure am in a pickle.
I've tried to get this tick off but so far I haven't had any luck.
People are avoiding me like a plague, this really does suck.
I broke my nose when I tried to smash it with a brick.
My social life has gone straight to hell because of this tick!

(This is a fictional poem.)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Jennings Avatar
May 11, 2016 at 9:21 PM
Now, this is funny... Thanks for the laugh.... By the way, thank God for doctors and plastic surgeons. This tick might need some surgery! Fun write
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