12 September 2012
There it is, That damned rug, Staring at me, Looking all smug.
I was only 7, But this rug knew, I would trip over it, Even if it would be the last thing I do.
Running through the lounge, I can't remember why, I then tripped over, Because the rug did try.
I hit the corner if a wall, And cracked open my head, It ruddy well hurt, But at least I'm not dead.
And there is that rug, Looking so proud, Because it just tripped me up, And made me shout loud.
So if you have, An annoying rug too, We're just the same, Me and you.
Rug • Opuss № I