Red-white oily ulcer,
Smooth as a saucer,
Tiny little thing it was,
Turned into a pain in the arse.
An ointment, I bought,
To soothe the pains’ wrath,
But what did it do?
Made me a fool!
Now, I need an appointment,
To stop this ulcer from becoming potent,
Not as agonizing as the previous ones,
But regardless of all, painful was every one.