9 November 2012
@LittleKitten
Rolling around In the snow on the grass Clothes become drenched How? My mum asks
It wasn't me Not my fault mum I swear The boy down the road Pushed me down there
With a tut and a sigh My mum knows its not true But resigned to the fact Boys will do what boys do
With clean ones on now Wet clothes in the wash I go straight back out And fall in the slush
I hesitantly return Back into my house Not wanting attention Quiet as a mouse
But with bionic tabs My mum hears me come in But she's resigned to the fact Against the snow she can't win
Mum Vs Snow • Opuss № I