My Hands Are…

by Harshita Das aged 11

Do you know why my hands are well…
Covered in ink?
Well I was doing my homework
With a pen that was pink

I totally wasn’t drawing
Definitely not on walls
I totally didn’t draw those butterflies
Or tigers or footballs

I never destroyed your dress
By painting on it
I never ate drew on your sandwich
And I didn’t destroy the sweaters that you knit

Okay… You caught me
But do you know what I wish?
Well I wish that I was
Better at lying!

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