How dare you

By gail

Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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How dare you
Mr Spot
Perch yourself
Right on the end of my nose
How dare you
I HATE YOU!

What right have you
To ruin my day
To make me look away
When anyone tries to look at me

I cannot concentrate on my work
For I feel yuck
And it's all your fault
You horrid big heap of pus

I REALLY HATE YOU!

Praying for a spot-free tomorrow
I hit the sack.

Certificate PG
Autobiography