Invasion
My bathroom’s been invaded
There’s wet patches on the mat
A new toothbrush is in the holder
It couldn’t be any plainer than that
An extra coat’s a-hanging on the peg
In the little rack along the wall
Another car’s parking in my drive-way
Because some-one’s started to call
I’m making double portions
Of all the meals I’m preparing
I’m getting through tea-bags faster
But it’s much more fun sharing
Clothing’s appeared inside the wardrobe
Where my old rags used to be
And the bed’s so much warmer now
Than when it was only little me
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