Sht, Pit...Game Poem by James Urwin

I honestly didn't mean to do it,

I only tried to make the pieces fit,
but...now I am afraid that...we are all in the sht.

I recently found an old puzzle...that had no name,
so bored last night...I decided to play... this mysterious game.

It looked like...it had never been complete,
and when I finished it...I thought Sht...as the ground started to crack...and then fall beneath my feet,

I don't know why...because I certainly didn't cheat.

Just 3 hours later...the widening crack...had taken the whole flippin street.

All the land has fallen...into this widening pit,
and that is why...I have to tell you...I think, we are all in the sht.

If only the rules...on the box were blimmin writ,
then we all...probably wouldn't be in...so much sht.

And if only...with the dice...a 5 I hit,
then I guess...we wouldn't all be in...this pit of sht.

So now my teeth... I do so grit,
as I realise...My luck... caused all this sht.

So if your reading this...about the approaching, widening pit,

and you stay being...where you sit.

Then all I can say... is you obviously don't give a .