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Playground Duty
Miss, she took my skipping rope,
And Miss, he pinched my lunch.
And Miss, he kicked my ankles,
And then gave me a punch.
Miss, he spilled my orange juice,
And Miss he stole my sweets.
And Miss he pulled my hair,
And then stomped on my feet.
Miss, she yelled a swear word,
And Miss, he punched my nose.
And Miss, he took my money.
And then stamped on my toes.
Oh Miss, he knocked me over,
And Miss, she's choking me.
And Miss, she tore my trousers,
And Miss, there's a teacher in the tree!
Joy Weare
13th August, 2004
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