The bad slip

 
There was a mouse
in my house .
get a paper said my mother
but busy I saw my brother
 
So I ran fast to the back
where paper lied in stack
I ran fast and I hopped
but the floor was mopped
 
The fact that I ignore
Was the slippery floor
Soon I was on my hip
As I had a bad slip
 
I was hurt and in pain
Mom, pop, bro ran like a train
Picked me up and put me down
Still I had my face with frown
 
I cried and so my mother
Laughed out, but my brother
My mom’s hug felt so good
gave me again a happy mood

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