Downpour Wash Away Sweet Sugar

My stomach is grumbling,

The music is louder when I'm sad,

The knife is chopping the block,

The frying pan burnt my finger.


The cats are fighting,

Daddy screams at the tv,

Soup spill on my mum's sofa,

My mum throw saucers at my dad,

The vacuum cleaner is screaming,

The devils are always laughing.


I run faster in a pitch black night,

Lightning strike faster than a blink of an eye,

My mum's curtain is bright red; red as the clown's nose,

I laugh till I'm red; its not the blood red tears you shed,



Mum makes apple pie

but downpour wash away sweet sugar.




A.A.K.M.A.A