My friends, My countrymen, My warts

First I thought
They were hard skin.
Then
When they Grew
I knew
They were warts.

So I went to the doctor
Who said I should go
And buy some stuff
to kill 'em off
And some emery boards
to wear 'em away.

So I went to Boots
And bought some stuff
And emery boards
To wear them away.
And took them home.
And sat me down.

I read the directions
With a careful glance
And took a bath
So my warts were soft.
Then buffed me dry
And sat me down.

I put on the stuff
With an applicator stick
That was supplied
Attached to the lid
Of the bottle of stuff
And covered my warts
Like directions said
With sticky bits.

Th next day I took
The plasters off
And saw my warts
Turned brown
And squidgy
So I could see
And all could see
My warts.

That night I sat me down
And took that emery board in hand
And buffed off a layer of wart
And put that emery board back down
And had a bath, and...

Then Seven days gone
They were gone
No scars to see
That they had been
My warts so carefully
Tended.
My warts so carefully
Gone.