******, ****** on my lip;
You itchy little reddish blip.
You come and go just as you please,
O, how I wish to rid ******.

What is it about my face,
That you would want to bring disgrace?
You hide behind the name “coldsore,”
But your just ******…nothing more.

Wheres MYpes, and HISpes, and what about YOURpes?
Why does it always have to be ******?
Ointments and creams, the hell just won’t end!
O no! My herpe just grew a friend!

There’s two of them now! What do I do?
Well, here’s something I know to be very true:
That sharing is caring; that’s what they say,
So kiss me and let’s share my ****** today!