Lint

 

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Like the ever-spreading mint,
I am plagued with creeping lint.
On my Sunday coat it sits,
welcome as a case of zits.
Little pills that hold on firm,
causing drycleaners to squirm.
They're attracted to my pants.
Counting them has caused a trance.
Pillows, linen, and fresh paint,
are infected with this taint.
All my rugs have got 'em, too;
pearly white like morning dew.
Where they come from -- who's to tell?
All I know: their ranks do swell!
Household dandruff they've become,
striking visitors quite dumb.
How I wish that they would go, man.
Otherwise, I'll be a snowman.

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