Garnier Pure

They come, they go
Not without leaving a mark

They shine , they grow
Not without leaving a scar

They often come in couples
When the rosy cheeks are supple

They are coz of the heat
Or shall I say “I am hot”
Or is it those numerous pickles I bought
Sure to resemble a Dalmatian’s spot

They belong to the teens

Bothering me , howmuchever I clean

They pout , dwarfing my dimple
Oh! those scorching little pimples
Oh! those bloody pimples.

PS0: I leave u all at the mercy of God ....
PS1: till the poet in me is tickled.
PS2:Still wondering who on earth can write a poem on pimples?
PS3: btw, I even named them once , they were the cutest twins.
PS4:Ok, if somebody feels like jumping off, i Stay @ 5th floor, u knw.. just in case :P