This little nutcracker that I found on Google+ is thinking very hard about someone while cracking this nut. It made me think… Perhaps sometimes the blame we place on others is a tad irrational. Here’s a rhyme I weaved about it.

It’s always your fault
I swear it is
I haven’t checked much
But I’m sure of it

My burnt breakfast eggs,
The grey, grumpy clouds,
The way the neighbour’s cat
Looks angry at me now

How very rude
And how very mean
You with your fault
Have been to me