31 August 2012
Many things get under my skin I barely know where to begin
I loathe countless Irksome qualities, Can't bear to have certain people in my company
I could spend hours listing things that make my skin crawl But here's the two that makes me grind my teeth most of all
First is background 'little' noise Too many distractions and I lose my poise
Tiny sounds on the edge of hearing make me feel sick Humming and whispering brings on involuntary tick
No shrinking violet, I'll soon let you know If you have bad manners at my table you will have to go
Noisy eaters send waves of frustration coursing through my veins Clicking teeth gives me physical pains
To avoid wearing your dinner if ever we meet Keep your mouth shut whenever you eat
Noise Pollution • Opuss № I