It’s finally stopped raining

and I really want to play out.

Roger (from down the street)

came round to see if I could come out,

but Mum told him no.

Mum said “It’ll be time for his tea soon.”

But when she closed the door,

I heard her telling the dog

that Roger’s not the sort of boy

that she wants me to play with.

Apparently he’s either got nits

Or he’s a nitwit.

But she was mumbling a bit.

 

Then I heard Mum tell Dad

that Roger’s mum’s no better than she ought to be.

Whatever that means.

Roger’s Mum must be very athletic.

Mum said she runs around

with any Tom, Dick or Harry.

 

I think Dad might be poorly

‘cos he went a bit of a funny colour.

Mum gave him a funny look,

and then told me to go outside

and play with my sister,

whilst she had a quiet word with my Dad.