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Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
I opened a bookand a hand fell out.I turned a pageand heard a shout:'I'm lost in a wood;my mother's no good.'I couldn't bear to look
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
'On buses and trains you wouldn't believeThe crazy things that passengers leave:
A pair of crutches, I kid you not,Hot-waterbottle, full but no longer hot
It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until
Today I’m not going to school,I can’t face my lessons today,problem is my Mum’s no fool,she’s gonna make me go any way.
A mango met a mangoAnd they started to tangoIn the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tangoWhat a fandango!
In the market not far from here.
Why must we go to school, dad?Tell us, dear daddy, do.Give us your thoughts on this problem, please;No one knows better than you.
My Wipwapwop, it cost a lotI keep it up my sleeveit's great for surfing on the spotand playing make believe.It's sleek and snug and mine to hug