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A Face?
There....
Once was a lad, from the city of Gnome,
everything was small, it was what he called home.
He was out on a stroll,
he thought it was taking it's toll,
cause than, he saw, something scary.
It had to large orbs,
where your eyes, should be.
There was one large hump,
where your nose should be.
Two huge flaps,
where you ears should be.
And a forest of black,
where your hair should be.
He asked his dad, why the pimples formed a maze, he said,
"Well son, that's what passes for a face nowadays."
Once was a lad, from the city of Gnome,
everything was small, it was what he called home.
He was out on a stroll,
he thought it was taking it's toll,
cause than, he saw, something scary.
It had to large orbs,
where your eyes, should be.
There was one large hump,
where your nose should be.
Two huge flaps,
where you ears should be.
And a forest of black,
where your hair should be.
He asked his dad, why the pimples formed a maze, he said,
"Well son, that's what passes for a face nowadays."
Published 8th Mar 2012
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