Too Twit to Who

Too Twit to Who

I hate, I hate your wicked grin,
The one you save special for me
I abso-LUTE-ly loathe your laugh,
It makes me squirm, especially

Reminiscent of buckets o’ worms,
Squiggling over me when we hug,
The parallel fits pretty aptly,
Everyone knows that you love bugs

(And we’re not so hush, apparently,
Your indifference’s out for the world to see)

I’m an accomplished, bare faced liar
I’ll sing you a table, ‘maze you a mire
Puzzle, confuzzle you, but I should say,
I blame it aaaalll on the prompt today.

© CM
16.04.2014

Day Sixteen of Napowrimo! All lies, it’s aaaalll lies!! 😀

Cheers,

Cookie ❤