A trail of
smashed milk bottles
The
pavement’s milky wet
Billy’s football
squashed and burst
Billy’s quite
upset
Mrs Jones’
geraniums
Fit for the
compost heap
Mum’s vase
bounced off the sideboard
You should
have seen it leap
And grandad’s
bicycle’s been crushed
He’s in a
proper fix
And the wall
where grandad leant his bike
Is now a pile
of bricks
Three
lamposts bent like coat hangers
Our cat has
run away
You have to
learn to drive a tank
And the
lessons were today
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