A Poem by Dictated by a Fly on the Wall of the Dean’s Cupboard.

Who?

Me?

Now?!

When?
Where?
It wasn’t me.
I wasn’t there.
I don’t think so.
I didn’t hear you.
I didn’t see that happen.
It was just a game we play.
You muddled me with someone else.
Why do I always get picked on?
I thought it would be ok.
I wasn’t the only one.
She misunderstood.
It wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t my fault.
I didn’t realise.
It didn’t hurt.
It was a joke.
I didn’t…
Never.
Not.
No.

Oh!

Ok.

Sorry!