John Is A Grot

• Paris Tuccio, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

John is an absolute grot
That sleeps in a filthy cot
He is an immense coward
That never has showered
Because of this his house started to rot

He started to spot
That the possessions he had got
Were obviously grimy
Plus clearly slimy
John was continually hot

So he thought maybe if I shot
The grubby old cot
I'd get a new bed
So I can rest my head
And think about what I've got