It’s Tuesday morning there’s a rap on the door,

Great there is my Beano laying on the hall floor,

I wonder who Dennis the Menace will upset today,

The whole of his street I’m sorry to say.

I pick it and run to my bed,

Lay in my room hands behind head,

The Bash Street Kids are running wild,

Poor old teacher can’t catch the child,

Then there is old Little Plum,

He sits by his wigwa  looking glum,

Then Cheify comes along to say,

“Why are you so sad today

Once a week, Tuesday, we all meet,

My Beano comic, my biggest treat,

But soon I turn to the last story it’s all read,

Comic in the drawer and back off the bed..