Quibbles Poem by Rich Harney

Push quibbles under the rug
they're more snug there
and don't make a fuss
with your pristine hair

Let bugs eat your quibbles
under dust and crud
a rug's a great place for
to much mud.

Of course there's a clam
that lives there too
centimeters above the
booger rue,

it climbs downstairs
through your cellar door
and tries to gobble
your quibbles galore,

But as clams do
they miss the mark
and vomit up
a tender spark.

Now sparks have larks
and tend to find
a resolute
from to much shine,

So gobble quibbles
larks are trouble
unless your love
and then it's double!