Wrong

We went on holiday with
Mr Wrong.
Everything we said, he said was
Wrong.

He asked us
if night came before day
or day before night.
We said that day came before night.
He said,
Wrong.

So we said night came before day.
He said,
Wrong.

He asked us which came first,
Sunday or Monday.
We said, Sunday.
He said,
Wrong.

So we said,
Monday.
He said,
Wrong.

He asked us if he was telling fibs.
We said, yes.
He said,
Wrong.

He asked us if he was telling the truth.
We said, yes.
He said,
Wrong.

Then we asked him,
Why are you asking us all these questions?
He said it was because
we liked it.
And we said,
Wrong.

Copyright: from You Tell Me (Janetta Otter-Barry, Frances Lincoln, 2015) © Michael Rosen, used by permission of the author.

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