Mum’s always telling us
not to talk to people we don’t know,
not to get in strange cars.
And just in case of an unforeseen hitch
which stops her coming to fetch us
she’s given us a password
we must ask for.
A man said, outside the school
”Your Mum can’t come –
her car’s broken down,
she says you’re to come with me.”
I said back to him, ever so politely,
”Please give me the password
so I’ll know that what you say is true.”
He um-ed and ah-ed
then climbed in his car.
and drove off furiously,
as we ran home, happily.
PS the password was secret
Napowrimo wanted a poem for a child yesterday.