Hang on, stitching together your page...
You irksome nagging rash
you troublesome recurring irritant!
You plague my life no matter how I wash.
I need a nitwit-cide emollient!
I’m not exactly sure of what you speak.
I mean stop playing hero, let me be.
And careful of my shoulder. Hear that creak?
Calm down, I said. Quit trying to break loose.