fuzzy red sweater

Oh, you stupid fuzzy red sweater,
how you give me an annoying itch.
Sometimes you get me so mad,
I turn into a... um... witch.

I can't help it that my grandparents gave you to me,
it's not my fault they have poor taste.
But I have better plans for you,
I won't let you go to waste.

I shall use you as a rug,
for my lifeless feet.
Whenever I am sad,
you I will meet.

Or I can use you as a blanket,
to keep me warm.
Yes, that shall do it,
You'll be my comfort through a storm.

I think I've made up my mind,
you shall not be discriminated.
I wouldn't want to see you,
all decapitated.

So I guess you're stuck in my closet
Oh no, once again.
Because about you
you wouldn't want to see me complain.