How was it my fault,
When those dime store Wallabees
Melted through the furnace grate?
How you always chided me
When I said I was afraid,
“Don’t be such a fraidy cat.”
Now you stand and seethe, enraged
Learning what I always know.
Floor grates lead to misery
And premature, stinky, deaths
For green plastic army men
And your cheap-ass knock-off shoes!