As I look across the room
I see my sister with a broom
I turn my head the other way
And see my brother begin to sway
If he hadn't eaten that 'shroom
He wouldn't be spinning around the room
When I see his face I have to say
He definitely won't be back today
His happiness brings her gloom
This is the cause of the flying broom
I think I'll leave this room.
I wrote this with my sister it was all out of fun let me know what you think!
