I hate tags!
They bother my back 
Nag my neck 
Scratch my side.

Why do I care?
What size I wear!

I'm just a kid
Who could care less
How to wash
Or where it’s made.

And one's not enough?
This is triple tough!

All these extra flaps 
Are such a bother
I feel the irritation
At every turn and tumble. 

What do they say?
Small words in my way!

I pull and tug
Grab and grip 
But it's no use
I'll just pitch a fit. 

Where's the sanity? 
In cotton humanity!

I'll kick and scream
Stomp and sob 
Until mom returns
With scissors in tow.

Do I need to shout? 
Please cut them out!