The Ex
I have an itch I cannot scratch,
This itch is a she.
I have an itch I cannot scratch,
Somewhere in behind me.
I have a wheel that need some grease,
All the time it squeaks.
I have a wheel that need some grease,
Every time she speaks.
I have a fly buzzing 'round,
It really is a pest.
I have a fly buzzing 'round,
To swat it would be best.
But all I do is tune her out,
And move on with my life.
And so I tune her out,
So much for the ex-wife...
Copyright © Chris Ash | Year Posted 2010
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