My T-shirt’s Destroying My House

There is a t-shirt flying,
My beautiful, lovely blouse.
It blasted through the window
And is completely destroying my house.
It demolished my computer
And ruined my lovely lamp.
But it simply couldn't be stopped...
Until I made it damp.
And when it finally ceased
I quickly learned to know
Of where I put my jet pack
Just a couple days ago.

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