Cyst, My Nonmalignant Friend

Cyst, my nonmalignant friend You caused me quite a damn scare Your kisses on my forehead Sent me to a specialist The dermatologist said That I have some benign friends Who seem to like my forehead And gave me slap on my back I told her that they like my chest And seem to like my back as well She asked me to take off my shirt Blushing, I did as I was told Feeling a little exposed With back up to her eyes and nose Her standing on her tippy-toes Felt like giving her a red rose A good clear-cut diagnosis Led to my giving dozen roses Our friendship now in full bloom Maybe I'll become a groom