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Neuroses Nemesis
To wrap or open--I don't know
Which one I like the best,
But truly loathe how some do both;
It really makes me stressed.
My husband is allotted his
Own wrapping paper roll,
Because my mate cannot cut straight,
The scissors can't control.
I've always pledged a ragged edge
Will not mar what I wrap,
And every fold is crisp and bold,
Just like a brand new map.
I use the finest tape so I
Can fix the smallest flaw,
The tags and bows precisely pose--
Disorder churns my craw.
I gladdest greet those boxes neat,
So easy to adorn,
But wrap and tape the oddest shape
With paper never torn.
It's such a crime when I take time
To wrap gifs nice and neat,
When someone rips my work to strips,
Not cherishing my feat.
So consequently I attempt
To value others' art,
I've never lacked to leave intact
Their wrappings and their heart.
The lazy I'll drive crazy while
Each ribbon I untie,.
I wouldn't dare to cause a tear--
I'd almost rather die.
Whoa! What is this? The lazy's bliss?
Oh surely I will gag!
No art or craft--they must be daft
To wrap gifts in a bag!
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