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Poem: The Drunk


There were two of us

She made six cups of tea

She wanted the bottle 

So she pulled a knife on me

Tripping up

Blaming my toys

Crying, sobs

Howling sad noise

Afternoon naps

That seemed to last forever

So instead I pretended

That we were playing together

Better hush now

Around the house

Don't make lions roar

Be quiet as a mouse

Mummy's not well

She's sick

Again

I'd better go hide 

And find my den

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