KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
It must have been the Gremlins
“I didn’t make the mess Mum,
I really did not I swear.
There’s no way I’d trail flour
Up the timber stairs.
And I certainly did not
Break the clock into three
I’d rather not admit it.
It could not possibly be me.
It must have been the Gremlins.
I saw them here at two.
Ripping up the carpet
Flinging the cat litter too.
It must have been the gremlins
Who broke the old TV,
Who shattered glasses,
And spilled the milk,
And fried up the candles too.
It really wasn’t me Mum
There was nothing I could do.
It must have been the Gremlins.”
The look my mother gave me,
It really was quite intense.
I could not ignore her eyes cutting
Way to deep into me.
I paused and sucked my breath up,
A loud and heaving sigh,
“I’ll sweep up all that litter Mum,
“I’ll do what needs to be.
I’ll restore house Mum
Just stop glaring at me.”
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