A frittle here and a frittle there,
My friends had sought and seemed to care.
A visit to the nurse,
Left a weight out of mommy’s purse.
Missing school not for fun,
Failing grades all when the marking period was done.
A frittle here, and a frittle there,
Made me cautious with what I’d wear.
I’d scratch my arm and the bruise became bigger,
I never knew of one such trigger.
They would stick and they would stay,
Never really would decay.
Experts did not know of such,
It spread after every touch.
A frittle here and a frittle there,
Still a mystery and is quite rare.