Two weeks ago, Timmy woke up with a fright.

There was noises outside his door even a light.

He crept out of bed secretly,

and found a spot we’re he could see the hall decently.

It was his parents arguing loudly

his Mum was walking proudly.

She was always getting picked on for her hight,

but now dad was as short as a sprite.

He pointed to a glass of H2O

It was so funny watching him, it was like a clown show.

I crept out slowly.

It looked like a glass of water.

But it must make you shorter.