Ogre Minogue - Poem by Della Perry
Where have all the board rubbers gone?
The teacher shakes his head.
Where have all the chalks gone?
The assistant shakes his head.
Where have all the pencils gone?
The children shake their heads.
But secretly everyone knows where
They have been hidden from sight in the deep, dark place in the art cupboard
The place they call 'The Tardis'
Where no-one dares reach in their arm.
The place we dread to peer into when the teachers tells you to retrieve the paints.
For inside those cupboard; He lives!
The creepy, vile, ugly gremlin,
His name? You must whisper it;
Ogre Minogue is a terrible creature like from the fairy tales
He is sly and shifty,
Smelly and naughty
A bit like the children but he is green and bogeys drip from his nose!
His favourite game is to hide everything
How many times have you heard the teacher moaning that things have gone walkabout?
'It was there only yesterday, where have the rulers gone? '
'I can't believe there isn't a sharpener in that box, only yesterday I put in two new ones! '
How many times have we put in our History homework, all finished, into our tray, and it just disappears!
Ogre Minogue creeps about the rooms at night
Yes the doors are locked but he is like a shadow
He slips between the cracks, he sneaks through the keyholes
He steals everything in sight
He hides them in the most silliest of places too.
He hid the dictionaries in the Math cupboard, he's such a card!
He hid the dinner money in the Science cupboard but,
To be honest, if you tasted the dinners,
You'd think it was an experiment!
I'm glad that Ogre Minogue is scared of daylight
Because I wouldn't come to school if he came out in the day.
We all talk about him in the playground
One boy said he saw glowing eyes below the stage
But I have never seen him and boy am I glad
But he must really exist because
One day we went home
And when we returned there were
whiteboards instead of black!
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