Loose Lumps

Goose bumps, loose lumps, you can never win
If you feel cold or scared, they erupt upon your skin

They make no sound
And go around
Sticking up all your hairs,
If you're chilled
You may be thrilled that goose bumps gladly flair

Like small white bubbles which seem to rise
They whisper to you sweet round sighs
They go away when you're OK
If heat runs up your thighs

If you shake
They may awake
Their company so surprised,
You may be aware
That they're still there
And shouting out besides