This morning my dad shouted.
This morning my dad swore.
There was water through the ceiling.
There was water on the floor.
There was water on the carpets.
There was water down the stairs.
The kitchen stools were floating.
So were the dining chairs.
This morning I've been crying.
Dad made me so upset.
He shouted and he swore at me
Just 'cause things got so wet.
I only turned the tap on
To get myself a drink.
The trouble i didn't see
The plug was in the sink.
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RandomThis is a children poem. if u got a little brother or sister. Or maybe you love a childish poem you just read here and if you don't like it don't read it because i don't like unecessary insults. But anyone who likes it please read it.
