3rd of June

It was late afternoon

on the 3rd of June

when I spoke too soon –

much sooner than I should have done.

I was compelled to stop,

on one leg to hop,

and clean the floor with a sort of mop –

just a wooden pole with a sponge on.

By a half-past eight,

I was in such a state,

that my head in need had started to deflate –

and my arms were becoming much shorter.

And at exactly twelve o’clock,

I turned into a sock,

that went tock-tickle-tock –

and I ran straight back home to my daughter.

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