Pat Adams Poet Rhyme

It Bugs Me

As a man I'll tell you what
Is going through my head
It bugs me from the time I wake
Until I go to bed

Standing in the shower
It almost seems to grow
Of all of those who live here
This one wants to steal the show

Until I take the matter in hand
Much sorrow doe's it bring
It commands a lot of  attention
For such a tiny little thing

It bugs me more than ever
When it squirms inside my pants
What a pack of trouble
Those little flying ants!

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Jan Allison June 10, 2017 at 2:18 AM ha ha ha I wondered where this one was going lol lots of innuendo which really made me smile:-) hugs Jan xx Pat Adams June 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM Thanks Jan, that means a lot coming from a fellow fence rider! 8o) Roger(pat)