Oh, Matilda! They're saying she's going to put me in Chokey!
What . . . What's Chokey?
They say it's a cupboard in her office that she throws children into.
They say she's lined it with nails, and spikes, and bits of broken glass
There's a place you are sent if you haven't been good
And it's made of spikes and wood
And it isn't wide enough to sit
And even if you could
There are nails on the bottom
So you wish you'd
Stood!
When the hinges creak and the door is closed
You cannot see squat –
Not the end of your nose
And when you scream, you don't know if the sound came out
Or if the scream in your head even reached your mouth!