It was mid day,
When I went home for lunch,
Walking down the street,
The five of us in a bunch.
Hungry I was,
A girl in grade four,
I couldn't wait to eat,
Excited to step through the door.
Behold--it was ready,
A sandwich with peanut butter,
Little did I know,
It came with another.
Jam there was,
And I began to cry,
Forced to eat it,
I screamed why.
I don't like it I said,
As I sat down,
"Too bad then, starve",
I began to frown.
I threw a fit,
In front of the stairs,
And I checked the lock,
Although I didn't care.
I thought it was closed,
Turns out it was not,
Back flipped into the basement,
A mean cut I got.
I split open my head,
All because of the Jam,
But I came up laughing,
So funny I am.
~This is a true story, lmao. I really don't like Jam and I was banging my back off the basement door and it was locked; it flew open and I hit cement stairs at the bottom. I came up the stairs laughing my ass off because I was in shock. Although I bled quite a bit, it was really funny to me because my tears stopped once I went down....lol. (Good laughs)~
