Lurking under the surface,
Never knowing when it might appear,
But praying that it stays hidden,
Until the day is here.
Or perhaps it will rear it’s ugly head,
And I would be overjoyed,
To engage it in battle until,
It finally is destroyed.
But whatever may come, so be my fate,
Yet I hope I am the victor,
Or rue the day the zit came out,
And ruined my year book picture.
Good giggle or five out of this. Nice pop out the end…
Awesome again!
Ha, like what you did there… Thanks!
Isn’t everyone’s yearbook picture ruined? I thought it was a rite of passage.
That is very true. I actually did think of that while writing this. If not a zit, then the hair, the glasses, the braces, the head gear…
Sounds like Armageddon to me. But it’s okay. The angels are on your side.
Or maybe just some good benzoyl peroxide!
If it were only one zit.. I’d have been okay.
I hear you!
You are on a roll this day young Marissa – a poem about a zit no less. Zit the curse of adolescence put to sword by the mistress of verse. By the way I never got them and was, back in the day so jealous of those who had spots to squeeze!
Oh my gosh! If you only knew! I am plagued with them to this day!!
Can’t really click ‘like’ to that comment – doesn’t feel right somehow!
Nice poem. Fortunately we don’t have year books here in the UK.
Very fortunate indeed!
I love that comment up there….THE MISTRESS OF VERSE..you MUST adopt this! It is so true! I cannot believe you wrote about a zit. What in the world ever put this in your mind?
Actually, I was responding to the weekly writing prompt which was to put an element of foreboding in your blog. Can’t think of anything more ominous than a zit. Not to mention, I’ve had my share of experience.
OMG….this one hit so close to home, it really agitated me! lol. If I even plan any special vacation, get asked to be a bridesmaid (or worse plan my own wedding!) or simply rsvp “yes” to my high school reunion, two things for sure will happen: 1. What you just wrote so cleverly about and 2. It will become THAT time of the month.
Yes, Stephanie, really this was just one example of a plethora of things that could happen, time of the month chief among them!
WOOT WOOT! No year book pictures of me!!!! 🙂
You weren’t in your year book?
No. 🙂 Our school had actually stopped doing it for a number of years. My senior year was the first time in awhile. And I was not in it.
So you got banned from the yearbook, huh Colleen?
🙂 Hahahahahahaha! No, I wish I was that interesting! Sadly (or not because I have no desire to have me in a year book) my parents were going through a divorce and year book pictures just weren’t given any thought. Even by me.