So we helped him into the car and we took him to A and E.
We were there for hours. He had to have a pot put on his leg. I couldn’t wait to write on it. As for the bucket (being plastic) it split upon impact with the hard surface of the garden path.
The upstairs windows didn’t get washed and my dad decided he would pay for a window cleaner in future.
CHAPTER TEN
Amy’s Poem
And so ends my week of disasters. I hope we have more luck next week. But I would like to end my story with a poem aptly named My Week Of Disasters.
My week started well, I had a new mate.
His name was Charlie the Kitten and he was great.
But my week soon turned bad.
After that horrible grade, I was very sad.
Tuesday my hair would not go flat and
I thought I might have to wear a hat.
Wednesday I had a big spot.
And I could not get rid of it no matter what.
Wednesday evening with all those interruptions,
They upset me so much, I had eruptions.
The Big fall out did not help,
It was so bad, I began to chelp.
Friday I met a flatulent ferret,
She smelt so bad, she got no merit.
I felt as if I had been bitten,
Because by Saturday I had lost my kitten.
But he turned up in a pile of wood.
But the rest of the day was not so good.
My dad to cap it all went and had a nasty fall.
And so my week of disasters is at an end.
And I wonder what next week will send.
THE END
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