The Pimple On His Nose.

How terrible, it felt like a curse,
He didn't know which was worse,
The breaking of his young heart,
Or the preceding, stinky fart.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
He won't try to settle the score,
To tell her he had slept with another,
Who might have been her mother.
But now he couldn't let his objectives blur,
Now was the time to get over her.
Prom was coming, he needed a date,
Or it really was a cursed fate.
He thought of all her her flaws,
Threw away her stuff as are the laws
of successfully breaking up.
I mean he even forgot the size of her cup.
So now all that was left for him to do,
Was finding a hot girl with eyes big and blue.
And no he didn't need to do something sleazy,
Because it is was actually really easy.
There were many girls looking for a "pretty boy",
And he was the perfect catch, smart cute and coy.
So off he went on his way,
Pretending like it was a normal day,
To pick up his tux from the mall,
After which he'd make the necessary call.
He felt like a very lucky stag,
When he put all her stuff into a bag.
He got rid of all her things including the rose.
But he still had, her pimple on his nose.