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.