The Thing

Ubel Ein on Sep 28, 2010

Tags: disease, germs, Poetry

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A poem about a thing.

What is this I found?

It wasn’t there before.

Small red bumps ,

round and somewhat sore!

Should I squeeze ‘em like pimples?

I’m really not quite sure.

Should I see a doctor?

I hope there’s a cure!

I’ll wait till tomorrow,

To see what it’ll bring.

Well, tomorrow came and went,

and I’m still pestered by the thing.

The doctor said they’d go away,

just keep ‘em good and clean.

They might return again someday.

It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen.

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Comments (7)

tiffany on Sep 28, 2010
that is gross:)
Raj the Tora on Oct 7, 2010
hahaha, nice one
AshleyApathy on Oct 9, 2010
oh, boy..lol
LOVELYHONEY on Oct 10, 2010
depends on where
was that thing ,
if there you have to care ,
as it could later bring ,
misery

but don’t rely on a doctor ,
if one is a he
and
hopefully you he shall relay ,
a point of some drudgery,
about your thing.

if its not paining,
twill be the cause of utter misery ,
you must quickly think ,
go see a lady doc ,
tor if she accepts,
then its okay,
or else wait and see ,
what happens to your
that one long and thin
thing…
Jamie Myles on Oct 11, 2010
Don’t you just hate when you get that thing? LOL
Phoenix Montoya on Oct 13, 2010
What is it really? lol
ForTeaSicks on Oct 20, 2010
amazing work.

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