Wallace Wimple had a pimple,
A BIG pimple on his dimple.
So he tweezed it and he squeezed it,
'Til his mother shouted, 'Stop It! '
Then he smashed it and he mashed it,
But he could not seem to pop it.
He bought big bags of medicine
And tried every type of lotion,
From Super-Duper-Acne-Zap,
To Popular-Pimple-Potion.
Yes, he scrubbed it and he rubbed it,
Tried to pray it gone at temple.
But still it GREW and GREW into
A gigantic purple pimple!
And this pimple was not simple
For it would not fade away.
Wallace Wimple had a pimple,
And it's growing still today!
From the book: 'A Woolly Mammoth on Amelia Street: Read Aloud Poems4Kids' By: Todd St. Pierre
www.LouisianaBoy.com
ToddMichael St. Pierre
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