Please Mrs Butler by Allan Ahlberg

Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew Keeps copying my work, Miss. What shall I do? Go and sit in the hall, dear. Go and sit in the sink. Take your books on the roof, my lamb. Do whatever you think. Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew Keeps taking my rubber, Miss. What shall I do? Keep it in your hand, dear. Hide it up your vest. Swallow it if you like, love. Do what you think best. Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew Keeps calling me rude names, Miss. What shall I do? I remember seeing this poem performed at the Polka Theatre and loving it. Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear. Run away to sea. Do whatever you can, my flower. But don't ask me!