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.5. Party Time


I remember my first party
A Christmas one at school
I remember it was winter
The weather was so cool

I remember taking sandwiches
Just as our teacher said
I remember we had quite a lot
Potted beef in thick white bread

I remember we all stuck our names
On our cutlery and pots
I remember many different cakes
And jellies there were lots

I remember we made trimmings
Sort of sticky coloured chain
I remember they kept coming down
So we stuck them up again

I remember eating plenty
As the games came to a pause
I remember looking round the hall
Then in came Santa Claus


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Monday, November 03, 2008

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