Where were you

Grandma gave rugrat a gift,
Into the toy box I did lift,
It was so plastique,
Not quite fantastique, 
Grandma, Grandma, where were you,
When I stepped on Lego at 4:32?
Foul language approached,
On my bare foot it encroached,
Sheer hell, granny, thank you not,
No wonder I am now a sot!
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