In the corner of the playground

down dark and slimy stairs,

lived a monster with a big nose

full of curly hairs.

He had a bunch of key rings

carved out of little boys,

he confiscated comics

and all our favourite toys.

He wore a greasy uniform,

looked like an undertaker,

more scary than a horror film,

he was the school caretaker.

I left the school some years ago;

saw him again the other day.

he looked rather sad and old

shuffling on his way.

It’s funny when you grow up

how grown-ups started growing down,

and the snarls upon their faces

are no more than a frown.

In the corner of the playground

down the dark and slimy stairs,

sits a lonely little man

with a nose full or curly hairs