ICK!

I don't really look or live like this, but I was so irritated that
people kept coming over when they knew how ill I was. I wrote this more
to lighten my own mood, than lash out. :)

ICK!

I hate when company comes,
And I have to clean up who I am,
If they'd just stay away,
I'd be happy as a clam!

I'm in my old blue robe,
I stay in it all day,
'Cause I don't feel real good,
Why don't they go away?

My hair is just a mess,
You could grow flowers in it,
I would brush it out, but
They'll only stay a minute!

It's so irritating,
When they come to the door,
And I have rug prints in my face,
From sleeping on the floor!

My teeth are thick and yellow,
'Cause I don't like to brush them,
People talking ~ I just smile,
When I want to hush them!

My toe jam is so thick,
I cannot wear my shoes!
I wore them all my life,
And I have paid my dues!

If the company won't go home,
Then I'll just pass some gas!
It usually does the trick,
And I'm home alone at last!