An Apology poem to me from my six year old son

Mom, I’m really sorry
I didn’t break the lamp
I mean, I didn’t really break the lamp
Mom, the lamp shouldn’t have been there
Mom, why did you put it there?
Maybe you should’ve put it outside
Where no one in a million years could’ve have broken it
If it had been there
It wouldn’t have broken
But mom, I didn’t break it
Mom, well, maybe it did kinda sorta break
But mom, I didn’t know the ball would bounce that way
It should have bounced over there
But the ball didn’t
So mom, it really isn’t my fault
I didn’t know it would hit the wall there
And then bounce at the lamp
Mom, there’s really no way I could’ve known that
Mom, I’m really sorry
But mom, please don’t be mad at the ball okay?