My Tempory Friend

by Tracey Bellamy
(England )

I have got a problem
So please folks beg my pardon
I have grown a lovely boil
Right near my lady garden

I can't believe the size it's grown
To show it I've no desire
The pressure is unbelievable
And it feels like I'm on fire

The doctor wanted to lance it
I said fine, put me to sleep
But after prodding my new mate
She thought it was too deep

Antibiotics for a week
Mind you two different sorts
Time now to de-stress a bit
And avoid all razor sports.

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