The School Caretaker
In the center of our School behind a locked door
,Lived a monster with painted skinthat scares one and all

He had a bunch of keys Carved out of little boys and girls,
He confiscated cans of pop And stopped us writing on the walls.

He wore a greasy uniform,
Looked like an undertaker,More scary than a horror,He was the school caretaker


I left the school some years ago;
Saw him again the other day.He looked rather worn and old and Shuffling on his way.

It's funny when you grow up
How grown-ups [[#|start]] growing down,And the snarls upon their faces Are no more than an upside frown.

In the center of our School behind a locked door,Sits a funny,happy manwith painted skin
that no-longer scares us at all.

By Mr N StonehouseBishops Tachbrook Caretaker03/2011 to /__