I can’t stand the dunderhead
God knows I’ve tried
She deflates a good mood
She’s misery personified
All the effort and time
Spent on being aware of her mood
She’s not worth my wrinkles
Or my stress levels, too
I can’t stand the dunderhead
I can’t try anymore
My chest pains are stabbing
As migraines guffaw
She’s a little box of nonsense
I really should throw away
She’s common sense retardant
Too much work without any pay
I can’t stand the dunderhead
She’s really not worth the hassle
She doesn’t do much of anything
She’s just captious, talks prattle
By jingo she annoys me
She treats us all like twits
If she was round and made of leather
I’d be batting a few good hits