Forgetful.
Forgetful
My sister woke up in the morning.
She had to go potty real bad.
I must have forgotten to put the seat down.
She fell in the toilet—how sad.
She yelled and she screamed and she hollered.
There’s no doubt that she was upset.
Whenever my sister is nasty to me,
it seems that I always forget.
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