by Haley Johnston

Created on: April 11, 2009

Home, Stubborn Home.

My ceiling fan threw up
on me,

It said that it got dizzy.

My phone refused to take my call,

Complaining it was "busy".

My stove claimed it was much too cool

To cook my lunch or dinner,

My whole fat milk just ran away,

It wished that it was thinner.

My clock slept in for half the day,

Got in some extra "snoozes",

My shower then turned into hail,

Now I've got five new bruises!

My drill was tired of practice,

It was ready for a game,

My pictures got their lawyers

Just because I had them framed.

When the stairs became glances,

I sat down and cried.

Yes I guess tonight I should just sleep outside.

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