Canker sore on the roof of my mouth
Crowding my soft palate
And making me gag
You announce your entrance so early.
A minor irritation, an itch
You are accompanied for days with a prayer
That indeed you are not what you truly are.
Could you be…
A minor injury from a toothbrush?
A transient virus, an irritated taste bud?
But no, here you are!
After a rough night’s sleep, spent worrying I have
A sore throat.
No, it’s just you, Cankersaurus, and predictably,
You have brought a smaller friend.
Someday, you’ll grow together
Creating a full-blown Cankersaurus Monster.
I will wince while eating. My eyes will water
And I must endure the jokes that I have herpes
Just to add insult to injury.