I wrote a poem, although nearly everyone else wrote a story. I am personally better at poems.
Here is it:
I should have lied
I really tried
Not to say the truth
It just came out
In a bit of a shout
Of my big blabbering mouth
First I said
I was just trying to spread
The peanut butter on the bread
And then told her more
I dropped the spoon
On the floor
The crystal spoon
That broke in June
And couldn't be found very soon
And after that I said
Through my dread
That the spoon was gone for good
I put the broken bits of it
Oh all the sharp broken bits of it
In the bin to go
But mother asked
And I answered fast
Of what I knew about it
But mother wasn’t angry
She found another spoon in the pantry
And said that forgave me
After that I asked for help
Whenever I spread peanut butter
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