Poem: How He Cares

The Chimney Sweep

I'm very small and only five,

The food I eat only just keeps me alive.

My boss is so mean, so mean and nasty

He doesn't even give me his Cornish pasty!

I have no shoes on my feet just walking there

In the middle of the street.

I see spiders bugs and birds

But they're the only things that understand my words.

I'm cold and dirty, always scared

How I wish somebody cared.

By my very young son

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