inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of of 23 May 2021, oxymoron.
A Skin Doctor with rash on her thighs,
Made an ointment to hasten demise,
While her outbreak grew smaller,
Its appearance enthralled her,
And she ended up with Nobel Prize
I always thougt something growing smaller was a good oxymoron, don’t you?