Hiding From The Rent Man.......... Poem by Tracey TEE

Hiding from the Rent man whose knocking at our door.
Shhhhhhhh......kids don't say a word
Or he'll hear you that's for sure....

Don't answer the phone just let it ring
Please kids be quiet,
Now's not the time to sing!

He knocks on every window, peering in with some hope
That he may just catch us unawares
Good job I smeared them with soap.....

I think he's gone now kids I say, let Mummy go and look
Not a sign of the Rent man, he's nowhere to be seen
But look Kids he's left us a cheque...........

300, Thousand smackeroons....... I do not understand
Why would the Rent man leaves us Money
when he should take it from our hands.


Ahhhhh.....Now I see it wasn't he.... the Rent Man as I thought
The Hubbies won the blooming Pools
Shall we tell him? .... I think not......

Now Kids listen carefully, Go pack your clothes
we're going on a Holiday!
Where to......heaven knows......

A little cottage by the sea, I bought with Hubbies win!
No longer do we need to hide
from the Rent man E'er again!