Neither festering boil
Nor a black headed zit
This thing on my back
Keeps on growing and won't quit

I looked in the mirror
Still could not see
Now I felt with my fingers
Its not one but three

Now the first one has hair
They're long dark and black
Feels like stiff wires
Stop laughing cut me some slack

You know the others
They have a hair or two
It is hard to tell
I can't get a good view

My mom said to remove them
Well I took her advice
I went to the store
Picked up dry ice

I carefully placed the ice
Directly on top of the spot
The next week was painful
Who would of thought

Once the scab fell off
I felt them once more
The hair was all gone
It was still a little sore

My worry it did grow
With no hair like stiff poles
The lumps tripled in size
Looks like I'm stuck with these moles

beautiful