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2005 / 05 / 23 - The Bathroom Lamp - Poem by A Poem A Day
Yesterday, I wanted to wash my hands, at night
I went to the bathroom and turned on the light
But it was still so dark, my eyes couldn't cope
I even had to search and seek just to find the soap.
Then I took a look at the lamp up on the wall
It seemed less like a light and more like a ball.
So I went and asked my dad, who was still awake
Whether the weird lamp I was seeing was real or fake
I said 'Dad, something is wrong with the toilet lamp
I don't know, maybe it's having a sort of a cramp
Or maybe the constant heat made it shrink or disappear
The light it's giving is even fade, I can't see clear,
I know this lamp gave us so much trouble in the past
It used to switch off regularly, then turn on fast
It even shut down without any reason, last week'.
But my dad answered: 'That lamp was awfully weak
I got sick and tired of screwing it every time
So I bought the new small one, is that a crime? '
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