Pimples!

By Mikayla Smith

I’m on your face,
I’m in your ear,
I am a pimple,
I cause you fear.
I like to grow,
I like to spread,
If you try to pop me
I’ll turn red!
I am a horrible little thing,
I hurt so much I’ll make you sing,
Pinch me, scratch me, I’ll stay on you for days,
Until I’m bathed in acne cream, then I’ll fade away.

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