A man I know likes cords,
He wears them every day,
I cannot stand they way they feel,
But could never bring myself to say.
I wish he’d not make me rub them,
As he does so with such glee,
That I can only believe he knows my fears,
And deliberately torments me.
If such’s the case, I’m not impressed,
I don’t find it very funny,
I guess there’s worse that he could do,
As it happens away from my mummy.