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						Adults 
 Author:
						
						Robert Henry
 
 Title:
						Summat
 
 
 There’s summat sticky on the bathroom floorJust to the left as you go through the door
 Just what it is I cannot tell
 Its got no colour and its got no smell
 Now it’s the first thing that you meetAs you go in, in your naked feet
 What can it be? No one knows;
 Just squeezes up between your toes
 Is it summat spilt? Or is it gum?Or is it summat what someone’s done?
 It could be summat what’s simply grown
 Will it go away if I leave it alone?
 There’s summat sticky on the bathroom floorJust in a place you can’t ignore
 Shall I scrape it up with a spoon or knife?
 No, that’s kinda summat to leave to the wife!
 
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