It started off
As a bit of a zit.
A bit of a zit,
That's it.

It was a little bit red,
With not much of a head,
And not really sore,
Really, nothing at all.
At least,
That's what it was like,
When you went to bed...

But then you had to
Didn't you?
What do you mean 'What?'?
Wake up of course!

Because then...

Had an insect
Bitten
The top of your spot?
While you were asleep,
Did it crawl?
Did it creep?
Did it sink its sharp teeth
Into the flesh underneath?

Or did ten spots join forces,
While you were snoring,
And pile on top of each other
Under the covers,
In secret,
In the dark,
Just for a lark?

Probably not.
But you never know...

'Cos
When you woke up
The itching began.
Just a little at first,
But it soon got much worse.

You knew you should leave it,
But you couldn't believe it
When you looked at your chin
And, from its humble beginnings,
A mountain
A monster
Which bubbled and festered,
A great, enormous brute,
Had decided to take root.

Of course, if you'd thought,
For a moment at least,
You'd have realised,
Of course,
That it wasn't a beast.

It was a pimple at best,
Forgotten by noon,
But there on your head
While you were in bed
A ZIT had been formed
The size of the MOON!

You cried, you cried,
You shook your head.
You should have listened
To what your mum said.
'Just leave it.
Don't touch it,
And soon it would mend.'
But it was way too late now,
Your life was at an end!

You couldn't go out
Not set foot out the door,
Not with your chin a smouldering mass.
You couldn't bear the stares,
Or the laughter and jeers
From the people you meet
While walking down the street
Or from your friends
While you hide at the back of your class.

So. What to do?
You slump down on the loo,
A rather comfortable place to sit.
You hang your head in shame
While you grimace in pain
As you thoughtfully pick
At your zit.

'It's no good,'
you say.
'It's got to go away!
This thing on my face,
Could bury Pompeii!'
So you breath deep and slow
And get ready to go
And then cry a warning
'I think she's ready to blow!'

(Which is nice of you, really.
It gives people a chance
To take cover and flee
As fast as they can.
When the eruption occurs,
Anyone near
Would be aghast
To get caught in the blast!)

You squint your teeth.
You grit your eyes.
Oh, that's not quite right,
But otherwise,
Your fingers are raised,
Like guns drawn at dawn,
Either side of the spot
(Which is surprisingly warm).
You apply a slight pressure,
Just a little at first,
But it shouldn't take much
To make this bubble burst

But it doesn't.
Not yet.
It needs a bit more,
This creature that clings
To your chin
Like a spore.
So you tightly close your eyes,
Your fingers grip like a vice,
The pressure is on!
Look out Mirror,
You're in for a surprise!

Yet still it holds,
This spot's great big head.
And you're starting to wonder
If you should've hatched it instead!

You stop,
Take a breath,
Then start again,
Though your eyes start to water
With the unbearable pain.
You squeeze
And you press
And you pound
And you push
And you squash
And you mash
Until this zit must be mush!

You're about to give up.
Surely it doesn't really matter?
When,
FINALLY!
It explodes with a SPLATTER!

You try to see
Through the mess on the glass
If your zit, finally,
Is a thing of the past,
But it's a little bit hard,
So you just have to guess,
And you decide,
After that,
That you need a rest.

Later that day,
You're feeling quite brave,
So you look to see
If the mountain's
Now a cave.
You're pleasantly surprised
When you see it's no more,
Well, a little bit red
And a little bit sore,
But that's about all,
There's not much more to see.
You're chin is a chin again
And you rub it with glee.

But that night,
In the dark,
The mad, manic Zit fairy,
For a bit of a lark,
Comes back for a visit
Comes just to check
And when he sees your chin,
He bites into your neck!

So, the advice I would give
To spare you the pain,
To make sure you don't
Go through this again,
Is to, when you wake,
LEAVE THAT ZIT ALONE!
Listen to your mum,
It will go ON IT'S OWN!

If you don't...
Your neck won't be safe,
Nor will your chin.
In fact, that's where
He will merely begin.
The mad, manic Zit fairy
Will refuse to stop
Until your whole body
Is one GIANT SPOT.
It will get to the point
Where you won't need to squeeze,
There will be a mighty POP
If you simply sneeze!

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