Kids.... - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
See the little girls and boys,
Playing happily with toys.
Oh John's hit Bobby on the nose.
It'll look just like Pinocchio's.
Bobby, cleaned up from the blood,
Tells John he's a stupid turd.
And picks the fire~engine, red.
To batter him about the head.
Now all the kids, they number ten,
Have all decided to join in.
A massacre is on it's way,
At the under~fives nursery.
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