Irritating Habits
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Sometimes people you love do things that irritate you so,
As you go through your daily lives loving each other so.
When these things happen, you must not get ugly about it,
Just politely say “please don’t do that” until they do quit.
I think when we get older, we get much more sensitive,
To things going on around us as our lives we do live.
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Irritating Habits
My lovely wife Pam chews lots of gum every single day,
She has a habit of popping her gum making me say,
“Pam please don’t pop your bubble gum as you do chew,
As it just drives me up the wall the whole day through.”
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Pam has a hard time understanding why her gum pop.
Just grates on me to no end until I ask her to please stop.
It’s kind of like chalk squeaking on a school blackboard,
Driving me insane, ready to scream “please no more.”
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Pam’s dad that we called PoPo did a thing at breakfast,
When we were visiting his home down in Borger, Texas.
He would get a big old spoon full of jelly heaping up far,
Then he would lick the spoon and put it back in the jar.
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It’s not that I thought that his germs would kill me dead,
But it just seemed unsanitary turning me a little bit red.
PoPo would ask me if I wanted jelly after licking so soon,
And I would reply no thanks, you licked the jelly spoon.
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My grandson Ben sometimes has lots of nervous energy,
After drinking a drink in a plastic bottle all the way empty,
He holds bottles and crinkles them with a grating sound.
That irritates me so bad making my old heart to pound.
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When I can get his attention when he is watching the TV.
He says “sorry PoPo” putting the bottle down just for me.
Sometimes this does make me feel just a little bit bad.
For complaining and not being more tolerant with the lad.
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When driving with Pam and she does cut the bad cheese,
She makes me open my window to start up a little breeze.
This pulls all that awful odor by my nose until cleared,
And I wonder why she didn’t open hers as I steered.
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When I cut the bad cheese, she still makes me open mine,
Which just doesn’t seem fair that I always walk the line,
Getting more than my share of that nasty cheese odor,
I guess that’s why I am now racing my own internal motor.
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There are a lot more things out there that irritate me some,
I guess I need to work on being more tolerant to everyone.
I recall that my Dad got more sensitive to loud noises,
And I sometimes may have been too harsh losing poise.
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If it seems like old guys are too sensitive to some things,
Remember, we are geezers and just moving pain brings.
So cut us a little slack when we do grouch just a little,
And please, please don’t ever make us sit in the middle.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Irritating Habits,
Bill