Robbie Keane [aged 5]
¶ 1
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Miss Barker briskly handed out
The markers and some card.
“We’re going to make some signs about
The litter in the yard.”
¶ 2
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The five year olds looked overawed,
At that great task ahead,
Though Robbie Keane looked tired and bored
And picked his nose instead.
¶ 3
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The concentration was impassioned
As children started drawing,
And marvellous works of art were fashioned,
Though one child found it boring.
¶ 4
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“Why aren’t you drawing, Robbie?” came
The shrill voice of Miss Barker.
“Please miss, I’m really not to blame –
I’ve gone and lost my marker.”
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