That's right, that's me,
I flee when her boyfriend comes around,
But most of the time I'm okay,
She doesn't notice,
I'm like a fly, a fly on the wall,
Except I'm hovering around her crotch,
One of these days I'm going to inform her in this,
Maybe in a poem,
Or at least an excuse for one
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