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