Jun 10 2008
Squish

Oh little gnat on my glasses
How your guts are like molasses
I was out biking fast and free
Suddenly, a black dot I see
I blew at you to go away
Then shook my lens, and yet you stay
You had your chance, yet you linger
So I flicked you with my finger
Now I find to my great distress
You left behind a sticky mess
Oh little gnat on my glasses
How your guts are like molasses





















