The cherub

The Cherub.

His parent had gone to a club,
To which was attached a pub;

She was asked to mind their cub,
Who looked like a little cherub!

Then he began to thump and drub,
And her face with iron wool scrub!

It felt like running through a shrub,
Such a thing she felt was her sub!

Making him sit in a water tub,
Only added to his cruel snub!

She finally had to let him grub,
The soil under a nearby shrub.

Her was thrilled to find a nub,
And wished she would, him dub!