The Spot

A pox upon a chicken or a fight about a bear

Would not be worse that what I've seen

And what I have to wear

It first appeared on my birthday

Beneath an empty cocktail tray

I scrubbed but found to my dismay

A spot that would not go away

I got... the spot

"Oh what the hell" I seemed to say

And laughed a little bit

But when I saw the spot had moved

I nearly had a fit!

A fever froze me in my place

When then I found it on my face

Curdling my blood I screamed

"Be gone or be some heinous dream!"

I got... the spot

Oblong it interacted

With my follicles of hair

And now it grows in magnitude

And sits upon a chair

It sleeps upon my shirt

And smiles at me

When I get hurt

I can't believe that blotch is there!

But still I cover it with care

I got... the spot