The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 249 Poem by Flying Lemming

I have a tiny army of little people here
Wherever I go, I know, they are always near
Not one of them is more than an inch in height
Following me all day and guarding me at night
Thousands of them in my house, where from I don’t know
They like to keep me happy, keep my life one smooth flow
They do jobs around the house, they like to fix and clean
They are friendly and smiling, not nasty, tough or mean
Except if someone upsets me, that’s when they start to change
They get all dark and vicious when the culprit is in range
So don’t you try to bother me whatever you may do
Or you’ll feel thousands of tiny eyes staring at you