Why, precisely, are you looking at me?
That cushion exploded, I’m not guilty!
The ink on the floor is not the pen that I chewed.
I swear that my antics have been misconstrued.
I didn’t do it, it was that pesky cat!
It wasn’t me, honest, I’ll tell you that flat.
© Caro Ness 2016
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