Just Don't Do It

• Phoebe Robinson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The X Box is broken
The pool is too cold
My mate is hung-over
We set fire to the stove

The TV is cracked
Macey looks drunk
The dog has turned pink
My eyes seem to have shrunk

The parents are gone
But the neighbours are here
Their glares seem to indicate
Our punishment severe

Who knows what happened?
I feel no shame
I had invited one friend . . .
Only Facebook was its name