Antygeddon

six legged antics…

They’re coming by the arms and legs
They’re marching by the dozens
They’ve rustled up the whole damned force
They’ve called in all the cousins

There’ll be no break from flanks of six
They’re here in all me cupboards
There’ll be no emptying of shelves
This isn’t Mother Hubbards

I’ve wet wiped things so many times
These hands are bloody numb
They’ve seized all opportunity
They’ll covet any crumb

In every nook and cranny
They’ve been causing major strife
There’s just no way of stopping them
They’ve wrecked my fucking life

So till I find a blanket fix
I’ll have to damn well cope…
with little shits and legs of six
But I don’t have a hope!

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Copyright P J Ross
05022019

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