.4. The Fete Poem by David Threadgold

At the village garden fete
In summer what a treat
Those fancy frocks and bonnets
How the villagers compete

With lots of lovely pastries
And cherries on a bun
Those parasols the ladies have
Protection from the sun

The many trestle tables
Full with savouries and pies
All disappearing very fast
And right before your eyes

While children bob for apples
All getting very wet
To see those smiling faces
It’s a sight I shan’t forget


© 2008 David Threadgold
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