Fete. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
A fete. A fete,
Come on, don't wait,
Or at this rate,
We'll be late,
And everything good will be gone.
Me and my mate,
Our breaths abate,
When at the gate,
A sign does state,
That we've got the bloody dates wrong.
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