Bad Timing

Ashleigh has a pimple.

Ryan has a cold.

Buster has a terrible haircut

that makes him look weird and old.

But they can’t compete;

I’ve got them all beat.

My eyes and ears are burning,

and my head is slowly turning,

and when I try to talk, I howl and screech and shout.

My forehead is streaked and stippled,

and my stomach is bulging and rippled

like something ’s in there trying to get out.

What can I say?

It’s always the way!

Possessed by the devil

on picture day.