The Infuriating Gnat

I was sitting here today writing a poem in my little place,
When all of a sudden this gnat comes flying in my face.
I swatted once, I swatted twice, but he got away.
He was determined that he was going to stay.

My house is spotless…how did he get inside?
Gnats are a thorn in my side I can’t abide. 
The gnats in Georgia are infuriating beyond belief.
Why did God create them just to give grief?

Their reason for living is to cause endless aggravation,
And my exclamations are just useless verbalization.
I’m going to get that little bugger if it’s the last thing I do.
He crossed the line- when in here he flew!

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