Thursday, April 12, 2012
It was here and it was there,
in fact it was almost everywhere.
When I saw it I squirmed,
then I wriggled and I wormed.
It sat so ghastly on the page,
It sent me into frightful rage.
With its, I’m doing this,
and I know you don’t like it.
I’m sitting right here on your page,
its just become my rightful stage.
‘I see you are so angry,
Let me stay I’m more than handy.’
Have you guessed what troubles me?
Probably not unless you see,
it’s present tense that bothersome bee,
Get lost now! I’ve deleted thee.