Polish It Behind the Door
My big sisters were being kind to me
It was not like them to be so nice
Big sisters fall from an evil tree
and I'm sure mine fell out twice .
Yet here they were being lovely
Inviting me to play
To be in their gang I must have a password
and here's what I had to say .
Polish it behind the door
But I must say it very fast
Say it once then two times more
That was the test I had to pass.
I was so delighted to be sharing
I said their silly password
Then I heard ''Mother'' our Darren is swearing
He just said a naughty word .
Mum came in with her slipper
Whacking me on my bum
It hurt even more when I saw my sisters titter
They were having so much fun .
Why did they tell such evil lies
I'm not playing with them anymore
but there were tears of laughter in my eyes
When they told me what ''Polly'' did behind the door.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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