Anukis

O Pillowcase, I must confess, That you really are, quite a mess. You get your filth when you fall on the floor, And when I drool you're a mess even more. You spread your filth everywhere, You spread your filth into my hair, And on my face I feel it too, You gross me out, you really do! O Pillowcase, I do declare! You're so unclean it gives me a scare! And I refuse to sleep with you, Until about that mess, something I do.