Why do you chase me with salad tongs?
‘Cuz I banged your muffins and buttered your gongs?
What have I done to make you so cranky?
Sneezed on your dog and walked your hanky?
Why do you treat me as if I’m a felon?
‘Cuz I sliced your china and polished your melon?
Show me the way back into your good graces.
Just stop whipping me with Grandma’s shoelaces.
© 2008 Chuck Ingwersen
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