Bugs in gloves, in rugs, in snugs.

by justbekozlowski

I’ve always had gloves I’ve lost and loved,
They’ve been good for the start,
But flown like doves.
They’re always quite cheap,
I never spend much,
Because I know they’ll be lost,
Then there’s nothing to touch.
But now I’ve been given,
Some gloves that are warm,
They now make me smile,
And squiggle like a worm,
I’m as snug in a rug,
As a bug could be,
You might feel the same,
But you’re not as happy as me.