Not only do pimples form and burst,
It's also the time that the fam,
Abandons me to do their own jam,
They go on exciting holidays,
Leaving me to my devices and the blazing heat of May,
I'll miss my little bun,
And his sharp shooting mouth, ruthless as a gun,
As he kept crawling all over me,
In the middle of my morning stretches, his face full of glee,
I realised how empty my house would be,
My favourite three,
Go on exotic vacations, year after year,
As I'm left all alone, with no listening ears.
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