Blisters
She had blisters, like her sisters
And they hurt like hell, she said,
She had others, like her brothers
But I'm glad, that I'm not dead.
It's such a bother, said her father
But, what is there to do,
Just give her water, said her daughter
That's the treatment, and it's new.
But there's a dozen, said her cousin
It's almost more, than she can bear,
She needs some fleece, proclaimed her niece
It's over there, upon the chair.
A poisonous plant, said her favorite aunt
Is the cause of sisters blister,
Ya, those are carbuncles, said her uncles
We hope that no-one here, has kissed her.
I did, said a kid
I thought that she was clean,
Screamed the crowd, so very loud
You have to be in quarantine!
Don't go wild, said the child
I am sorry for the breach,
It's outdated, to be separated
I'll just wash my lips with bleach.
Fibril_late;
7/4/08
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