Juwariya Malik, Grade 10, Malek Fahd Islamic School
Slurp, Munch. Drip, Drop.
Oh no, a stain!
My shirt was ruined,
Disaster was brewing..
Mum's lecture was going to be a pain!
I doused it with hot water
And flung at it some soap
My endeavours were fruitless,
I was beginning to lose all of my hope.
With fingers crossed,
I threw it in the washing machine.
"Wishy, washy! Wishy, washy!" The rinse cycle screamed.
Alas, was Isafe?
The stain HAD disappeared,
But I was left with a shrunk shirt in its place!