Acme has been a curse in my life,
something I’ve never seem to get over.
Little red pimples here and there.
Years ago they used to call me
Spotty Muldoon because of them.
Now they seem to attach themselves to my nose
and every so often I have a red nose day.
I’m only glad it does not glow in the dark
like Santa’s reindeer Rudolph.
If it did I never have use for a torch again,
my nose would do the job.
19 September 2016
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