Butt Yasir

A Small Birthday Party

The music was loud and glasses filled with wine;
A party was going on from nine till nine
Rhythmic music joined with rhythmic dancing feet;
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, Tick.
A swarm of cars and bikes was running
Towards the little mansion, all hearts throbbing;
The cars black-eyed to hide what inside,
May be any minister or any celibrity.
A ditty mad bagger 'I'll get som'ing eet'

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