He came back from a soggy day at school

and dumped his watery black bag

on the Floor.

He was thirsty so he had a glass of milk

he walked over to the sofa

and suddenly he tripped on one of his

little brother’s toys.

Now there

was the horrible smell of spilt milk

on the floor.

He put the lovely feeling

of getting a black belt on ninjas across

the floor.

He travelled upstairs

and he put on some nice warm clothes on

and then he came back down to slam

his brain hurting maths homework

on the floor.

He took out of his bag

the humble feeling of seeing all his friends again.

He spread his breathe from his hard day across

the floor.

He played with his nice dog

And after that the dog toys were all over

the floor.

He tidied up the mess that was on the floor

and observed the wonderful floor

and then he high-fived the beautiful floor.

By Dougal Mcadam