Please don’t fiddle with her hair –
it’s driving Jane into despair
And no, you must not hit her, lad.
You come away, now what’s your name?
And Paul you should not draw on Jo;
That dancing’s nice, don’t poke her ear.
And do be gentle with small Sue:
Into the corner with you, Clare.
And Peter, you have spilt your drink;
No, one’s enough and five’s not fair.
And Thomas, please don’t jump on Ted.
It’s running. Caught a cold? I fear.
And Jade, you say you need a wee?
and every child has disobeyed.
It is with such relief, I sigh
no noise, no cries, no one at all.
I tidy, sweep and feel insane:
tomorrow it begins again!
© Nicky Clifford, 2016