Lint


Light and airy like a fairy
Not sure where it blows
Soft and springy, rather clingy
Catches on your clothes

Rolled up dregs, on trouser legs
Are visibly annoying
Not accepted, quite expected
Cling-ons are deploying

Balls of fluff, such pesky stuff
As cotton, remnants gather
Sweaty skin, will chaeuffer in
Each crevice, open slather

Yes it flocks, to feet in socks
Through special forms of friction
There it goes, between your toes
And flaunts all jurisdiction

Can't be shuttin', belly button
Better check your levels
Holy-moly! Roly-polys -
Shifty little devils!

On a friend, I recommend
Remove it if you see it
Show you care, reach over there
Just pull it off and free it

Tailored suits, deserve pursuits
To lift the stuff that lingers
I now own, the special comb
Negating picky fingers

Gripping teeth, provide relief
Through pain-free, lint removal
Redirected, once inspected
Clothes now meet approval!

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