Another poem from the book MOXIE DAY and Family!

He has eyes that see through walls,
and ears that hear my thoughts.
He watches me 'bout every day,
it ties my gut in knots.
I'd like to take his spying head
and shove it in a pail,
'cause no one likes - especially me -
the classroom tattle-tale.
Copyright © 2002, Robert Pottle 
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