You come between us and I fall every time
Sliding and slithering you leave behind slime
I slip right in and fall with a thud
By the time I get up I’m covered with crud
Again you’ve done your deed and you slip out of sight
Now when she gets home I’m ready to fight
I scream about the dishes and laundry not done too
Making sure I point fingers at you, you, you
Instead of walking in and doing my share of work
I let the snake in and make me look like a jerk
Both working forty to make our ends meet
The snake comes in and knocks me off my feet
I’m sure you must have a snake around too
They come dressed in their finest in color and hue
Don’t slip in their slime and get covered with crud
Slap them behind their head with a Leroy Jethro Gibbs thud
© 2011 Michael Yost
*Not our Moms and not advocating violence
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