I Broke The House Key
Even at eleven,
I never ceased,
To make my dad laugh.
I once forgot my schoolbag,
My dad was busy,
So dad gave me the key,
Told me to go in and get it.
I fumbled with the key,
jiggling and jaggling it in the lock,
With more violence than needed perhaps.
The door stayed stubbornly shut,
My attack on it grew wilder,
Until with a snap,
Half the key fell to the ground,
The other half,
Firmly embedded in the keyhole.
To school I went,
Without my bag,
Sharing with my friends that day,
Pen, pencil, paper, ruler, rubber.
My dad fetched a locksmith,
Who sorted the door,
And dad returned me my bag at lunch.