Penny wanted my burritos de frijoles, but I said no.
But I ate it.
The plate left a stain on my bed.
Yellow is not my bed sheet color,
The stain is round. Oval?
Penny came for the remainder.
I dropped beans of my glass, my sweats, and fingers.
After eating I threw away tortilla.
I ran to wash my hands and serve myself more juice.
But there were frijoles in my glass cup.
I washed my cup, served my fruit punch,
I spilled my fruit punch,
I need to clean it up and I do.
Then I hear my brother's shoes,
He'd said a rap song,
I remember the squeak.
I'm done cleaning and drinking,
but I'm not done listening to rap music, or playing with Penny.
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