Ode To A Blemish
Oh beauteous face that looks at me from out that burnished plate
There's something very evil there, which I view now with hate
Well, have I ever tended thee with potions, milks and creams
And yet as I now look at you, all is not what it seems
That brow is smooth as marble, the cheek still faintly pink
But what is that great ugly thing which makes this poor heart sink
That glowing red protuberance on your nose so sweetly pretty
What once was clear and beautiful, and now?
Oh pity - pity
Oh mark of wicked sinfulness, you little know your lot
With one hard squeeze I'll strangle you
With glee, 'Out! Out! damned spot'