Thursday, 7 June 2012

The Scaretaker

I've been messing about with puns recently - a pun is a play on words - like snail varnish instead of nail varnish, which sounds like a good title for a poem. I've come up with this one - The Scaretaker - which started this poem. It's dedicated to all the caretakers I meet on my travels!!!  

The Scaretaker

He’s the scaretaker
the man with the keys
to a magic cupboard no-one sees

He unlocks the door
when the day begins
mends a tap, empties the bins

The scaretaker
he’s a shadow on the wall,
a creak on the stairs, a footstep in the hall

Steely eyes
hands like claws
with his Mop of Doom he’ll clean the floors

If it’s broke he’ll fix it,
never fear
then like a ghost, he’ll disappear…….

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