The Boil - A Public Secret Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FGAHE IHJKK LLMND OPQRR STTUV WUXYZ A2B2C2D2U UE2F2G2D H2H2GI2J2 WK2EID L2DWIM2| It emerged as a negligible pimple just beside my privates | A |
| I scratched the alien mercilessly and I thought I had finished it | B |
| The following morning it had gained momentum bombshell | C |
| Developed into something too big to be called a pimple | D |
| I told my mum but she warned me with it not to temper | E |
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| I decided to run an unrecorded experiment in my solitude | F |
| I pressed it a little and some semi liquid fluid trickled out | G |
| I was impressed by the discovery and I told my fellow idiots | A |
| They began to herald the bulletin even to the feminine | H |
| He has got on his privates a fierce tumour said the rumour | E |
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| I was the king and I made my subjects pay to see the thing | I |
| It was a tourist attraction and they paid for pain compensation | H |
| I walked like a WWE champion but I remained valiant | J |
| The elderly who inferred I told them it was my new step | K |
| But I always marvelled at my mum who didn t care or pep | K |
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| All hell broke loose when she said the boil was ripe | L |
| She wanted to deal with it instantly but I wasn t an easy type | L |
| It was my public secret and I couldn t imagine losing my pride | M |
| Evening came and she spoiled me with some pumpkin porridge | N |
| My favourite kind of porridge I got so tranquil | D |
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| I will not harm you my son don t even worry she said | O |
| I got comfort in her words and fell asleep in her arms | P |
| In dreamland I saw my hands and legs all chained | Q |
| As I tried to loosen myself I woke up from my sleep | R |
| I saw four familiar women surrounding when I threw a peep | R |
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| The necromancer from next door was holding my left leg | S |
| The one I trusted my own adorable sister had my right | T |
| And my other mother was holding my two hands tight | T |
| I had nowhere to run because they were all against me | U |
| Mum signalled and they exposed my private to the raging cold | V |
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| Don t kill me I shouted in both fright and predicted pain | W |
| I cried at the top of my voice but no one paid a courtesy | U |
| Leisurely I felt mum s mighty hands against my poor asset | X |
| They had slapped me several times but this was a different touch | Y |
| One that made my bladder discharge its contents without my consent | Z |
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| The boil began to vibrate as if it was a living vertebrate | A2 |
| Sending a danger warning to the rest of the body via the blood | B2 |
| It s now ripe let's deal with it mum apprised the others | C2 |
| They stiffened grips and I cried until I couldn t anymore | D2 |
| I had to vomit the sins I didn t commit owing to anxiety | U |
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| I cursed my mum clamorously but she just shook her head humorously | U |
| You are all witches I shouted again but they cast a deaf ear | E2 |
| Mum touched around the boil with her thumb and pointer to feel | F2 |
| And abruptly she did a long deep and furious press | G2 |
| That instant I then let out a scream to the unbearable | D |
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| I felt like I had just given birth to triplets at first | H2 |
| Secondly and more scary I thought my seed bag had burst | H2 |
| But lo it was that white painful particle that hopped out | G |
| One they refer to as the heart core or centre of a boil | I2 |
| And I popped my eyes out in both shock and relief | J2 |
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| They smeared some clinical substance called betadine | W |
| Mom then stuck a bandage and they let me go | K2 |
| I slowly pulled my legs closer to each other | E |
| And strut in my dungaree both in shame and thanksgiving | I |
| I looked at all their faces and they began to chortle | D |
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| I stood up little by little in fear of not walking at all | L2 |
| But was stunned when I noticed my step was back to normal | D |
| I smiled like a racoon and began to jump up and down | W |
| I ran swiftly out of the house to my fellow grade s shouting | I |
| The boil is gone my boil is gone and my mum is the best | M2 |
Tatenda Gonorashe
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/13/2020
Poet's note: During the lockdown, I was reflecting on my past, and I remembered an incident that happened when I was 12years old. This is a true story
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