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Post by Lynnie on Nov 20, 2012 0:20:23 GMT
“You must clean your room today As Auntie Bella is coming to stay.” Aw, Mum! Must I clean my room today? Why can’t my dress just stay there, Crumpled in a heap and thrown over the chair? My shoes can stay under the bed, Along with the books that I’ve never read. Why can’t I just play my video games? Or email my friends instead?
“Those half-eaten pizzas on the floor Must be cleared away!” Yeah, yeah… whatever… I’ll do it sometime today. “And pick that lipstick up off the floor, Before it stains the carpet!” Mutter… mutter… muttering under my breath, Yet telling her that I’ll do it.
“And pick those magazines up! They’re cluttering the floor! Aw, Mum! Why can’t they just stay there, In that small heap next to the door?
“And get rid of those trainers! They’re starting to smell!” Aw, Mum! I’m a teenager. I like having the room from hell!
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