The Ladder - Poem by Jemima PennyWiggle
As I climed the ladder i started to fall,
I felt as if my mind was starting to ball.
The feel of the ring being pushed on my finger it made me happy, as happy as Jaquie! When the wedding started some people had just farted as though tommorow would never come!
When the war began I started to cry, i started to cry that it made me fly.
As I climed the ladder i started to fall I fell on the ground and just felt so very proud!
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