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.

This Poem Features In:

Browse Collections By Category

Select from our entire catalogue of poetry collections: