I can't look at the mess I made
Mom's face is gonna turn many shades
I'm in trouble and I cannot look
I can't believe I tried to cook
Eggs are broken on the floor
There is ketchup fingerprints on the door
The floor is covered with grease and flour
I'm going to be cleaning for hours
Mom is coming, I heard the door
She passed out and hit the floor
A contest entry
- I Can Not Look - closes late this evening by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended May 1, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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That is so cute! I really like this...And thank you for the comment on mine...
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lolol...once upon a time, my kids fixed breakfast on the floor..yup, the floor, dumped cereal, milk and sugar and had such a lvoely picnic earlier than I had.
Antoher time, one of my sweethearts waxed a porous rental tile floor with vasoline...
Lor love them...
ty for the smile I got from this...
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