How He Cares – the Chimney Sweep

 

I’m very small and  only five,           
The food I eat only just keeps me alive.
My boss is so mean, so mean and nasty
He doesn’t even give me his Cornish pasty! 
I have no shoes on my feet just walking there
In the middle of the street.
I see spiders bugs and birds
But they’re the only things that understand my words.
I’m cold and dirty, always scared
How I wish somebody cared.

By my very young son
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Lesley Atherton - Author

I'm an author of novels, short novels, and short stories, and have contributed to quite a few anthologies. I'm also Director of Scott Martin Productions, Publisher.

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