I woke up this morning in such a bad mood,
And all through the day I've been surly and rude.
As my friend and I are embroiled in a feud,
So with anger I find myself all but consumed!
It started this week when he misplaced a book,
And since then he's thrown me some terrible looks.
Now this book that he thinks without asking, I took,
He wants back and will get it by hook or by crook!
See this book he's convinced that I swiped without trace,
He just couldn't locate in its usual place.
So his temper incensed, he blamed me face to face,
And demanded this book, straight away, I replace!
But I couldn't as this book I do not possess,
So I tried to explain but just upped his distress.
And he stamped on the floor blaming me for this mess,
Hoping that he could make me give up and confess!
But what he doesn't know is the book I have seen,
And in view of his mood, to explain I'm not keen.
For the day in his house when he'd first caused the scene,
I saw it whizz round in their washing machine!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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