Hiding from the Rent man whose knocking at our door. <br />Shhhhhhhh......kids don't say a word <br />Or he'll hear you that's for sure.... <br /> <br />Don't answer the phone just let it ring <br />Please kids be quiet, <br />Now's not the time to sing! <br /> <br />He knocks on every window, peering in with some hope <br />That he may just catch us unawares <br />Good job I smeared them with soap..... <br /> <br />I think he's gone now kids I say, let Mummy go and look <br />Not a sign of the Rent man, he's nowhere to be seen <br />But look Kids he's left us a cheque........... <br /> <br />300, Thousand smackeroons....... I do not understand <br />Why would the Rent man leaves us Money <br />when he should take it from our hands. <br /> <br /> <br />Ahhhhh.....Now I see it wasn't he.... the Rent Man as I thought <br />The Hubbies won the blooming Pools <br />Shall we tell him? .... I think not...... <br /> <br />Now Kids listen carefully, Go pack your clothes <br />we're going on a Holiday! <br />Where to......heaven knows...... <br /> <br />A little cottage by the sea, I bought with Hubbies win! <br />No longer do we need to hide <br />from the Rent man E'er again!<br /><br />Tracey TEE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiding-from-the-rent-man/
