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Broken leg

By jfarrell

I was 7; hit by a car; leg in plaster;

Alone at home, parents at work;

With 50p left me, to get me dinner,

No food in the house.

So, off I go to buy me dinner;

A usually 5 minute walk took ages,

Taking me past my school,

Scared of being told off for being outta school

I get me cup of soup from the baker’s

And return home

And passing my school

I had to stop, to rest, so tired

Spotted by a teacher, dragged into school

Forgot about the day, in school, as I should be.

Arrived home to the mother of all beatings

I’d left the front door open, all that time.

I’m 7, leg in plaster, no food in the house

And no bloody key!

What was I suppose to do?

Lock myself out?