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THE RETURN OF THE SPOT

Remember me,
I had a spot on my bum,
Which exploded one day
In the face of my mum.

Well, my spot is back,
But just where do you suppose?
It's not on my bum,
It's on the end of my nose.

But this time it's bigger,
A real giant of a spot,
My nose is like a jelly
With a big custard top.

My friends no longer call,
Just to have a chat,
For fear that my spot will pop
And in their faces go splat!

So it's up to the bathroom
To get rid of this spot,
I'll give it a squeeze
And hope that it pops.

So I gave it a squeeze
Which brought tears to my eyes,
Then my nose exploded,
Much to my surprise.

The bathroom mirror was covered
In a dripping yellow slop,
Like slippy, sloppy custard,
One hell of a pop.

So that is it,
Though my nose is still red.
My spot has gone,
But there's a hole there instead.



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