The Window
When the window was shattered by the ball,
I came running down the hall...
Opening the door for someone to claim,
There stood little Tony saying, "I'm not to blame."
"Who hit the ball, Tony?", my voice said with salt,
"I don't know...It's not my fault."
"Who's fault is it?", in persistence said I,
Little Tony didn't answer, just started to cry.
"I didn't do it, Mr C" he whimpered..."You have no proof."
"I never said you did, Tony"...becoming more aloof.
"I only asked who did this", I said,
Now he had me scratching my head.
Then Tony's brother Bill came looking for his ball,
"Oh, I'm sorry about the broken window and all."
"Don't worry about that...it's just a pane."
He smiled and said, "I got a homer so, I will show no shame."
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