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The Fight!

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

An old one from early 1980 when mum used to enjoy squeezing my zits - YUK!!!!

Submitted:Feb 5, 2012    Reads: 35    Comments: 17    Likes: 4   

The morning comes

And there it is

A great big red pulsating,

Gooey yellow squashy


Out comes the soap and water

Then the Topex,

To satisfy mum, A steam bowl

And then comes the final assault!

Yardley Oat Meal!

When all fails you revert

To mums greedy fingers.

You can feel it oozing down your cheek!

She wipes the gloop,

And squeezes again

And says "it's just blood now"

But you know, the fight has just begun.


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