Saturday, September 12, 2015

Words, Words, Twaddle, 26

(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)

There … Where?

You’re “there for me”—well you don’t say.
(In fact I wish you hadn’t said!)
That bothers me—and I don’t play.
So don’t be there—or you’ll be fed

To creatures that I’ve bred—so fierce—
And they are quite a hungry crew.
Their fangs your head and torso pierce—
Oh, yes, they will be there for you!

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