Poor Mickledy-Me: The children for whom I wrote these poems laughed and laughed because I think Mickledy-Me often visits their homes and gets the blame - but don't you think Mum or Dad might not believe this story? They will discover the truth, I feel sure. Josie
Oh! Mickledy-Me’s been here I see!
A glass has been broken, I’ve lost my key,
The tap was left running; there’s jam on the floor
And now I can’t open my cupboard door.
Well, everyone says it isn’t their fault
That the ketchup is missing and also the salt;
That there’s milk on the tablecloth - cereal too!
Oh - I’m stuck to my chair because of this glue!
Is it Mickledy-Me who has made all this mess?
Is it he who has ruined my very best dress?
Ah – It’s Mickledy-Me who gets all the blame,
And if you’ve done these things then I call it a shame!
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