Tomatoes are red Blue cabbage is blue Pesky housekeepers aren't sweet And neither is stew. The cabbage gets wilted The carrots look dead The broccoli gets wilted And I'd rather eat butter and bread
I scowled and slammed the door. To hell with pesky, irritating housekeepers. Why did she have to be so controlling?
Of course, I knew it wasn’t her fault. It was that stupid ‘matrons’, if she could just keep her nose where it belonged, I wouldn’t be having this problem. If she didn’t complain to papa then he wouldn’t have asked Mrs Frere to wait till he came home before knocking off for the day and that I mustn’t be allowed to go anywhere because I was grounded.
Still scowling, I surveyed my surroundings and sighed, I could climb out my window but Mrs Frere was watching the entrance gate like a hawk so I wouldn’t manage…
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