The Stain (A Poem)

@zebra2222 (5145)
United States
October 12, 2016 11:35pm CST
It started as a little stain. Nothing to worry about. Just a tiny red stain. No reason to cry or shout. But when I tried to treat it, The stain grew in size. It started getting bigger Right before my eyes. The red stain now was sizable. It took up half my pants. How could I clean this stain now? I did the stain free dance. I whirled around in circles, Twenty times or more. By the time my twirling was over, My feet were bloody sore. But the stain magically disappeared. It was gone, one, two, three. Now all that is left of my pants Is a big patch on my knee.
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@Happy2BeMe (74680)
• Canada
13 Oct 16
lol love it! I remember one time my daughter spilled red paint on my beige carpet. The more I rubbed it the bigger it got. I was in a bit of a panic. I finally got it out through but not without a lot of time and effort.