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!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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