I hate it when that happens,
When they forget to lock the door.
I’ll go and check it myself.
Won’t they listen anymore?
I hate it when that happens,
When I miss a thing on my list.
Go back and get it tomorrow,
At myself, I shake my fist.
I hate it when that happens,
When I feel a cold coming on.
My throat is feeling scratchy,
Stop my nose from starting to run.
I hate it when that happens,
When they wear too much perfume.
I’m about to pass right out,
They suck the air out of the room.
I hate it when that happens,
When the day just drags on by.
Can’t seem to ignore the boring,
No matter how hard I try.
You’d think I'd have control,
Over things from happening.
I’ll see what I can do.
I’ll find a new routine.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: April 19th, 2017 05:17
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Good write, we all do things that we wish we hadn't.
I wish I could un-ring the bell sometimes Goldfinch! 🙂
A fine write. I hate it when an e-mail bounces, just because of one incorrect letter! doh!
I have had that happen too! What a pain 🙂
You can fiddle about with cut and paste (or copy and paste) into the corrected e-mail address, to save ya typing it all up again, but it may cut/copy over other things too!
Well written and expressed, great write
Thanks Tony!
Welcome
Haha I love this! I can relate so much to the perfume one, unfortunately. 🙂
I know! Some people. Ha Ha Thanks Hopey!
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