It happened just by accident,
I promise that it did.
It opened on its own as it sprung out from where it hid.
It was like that when I got here,
That's very true you know.
And I'm sorry that it fell and landed right on your big toe.
It happened while my back was turned,
I'm just as shocked as you.
I didn't see it tumble till it bounced right off your shoe.
So believe me when I tell you,
That's it's not to do with me.
Even if the sticky prints match mine, not sure why that might be!
©2013 Gareth Lancaster
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