after Homer Simpson
The telly’s lying on its side
The shards of glass are hard to hide
The window’s smashed, the hole is wide
But it was like that when I got there.
Tomato stains are on the rug
And sparks are flying from the plug
It wasn’t me who chipped the mug –
It was like that when I got there.
The goldfish isn’t in her bowl
The hamster has gone for a stroll
My shoes have dog dirt on the sole
But it was like that when I got there.
The vase has fallen from the shelf
I know you left me by myself
But it must have been some sort of elf
Since it was like that when I got there!
Joshua Seigal
