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The village fête
[post five eleven ninety nine]
To all, it was a luke-warm summers day
A wind strong enough to make the fir trees sway
A barbeque, a lucky dip, a coconut shy
A chicken, a satchel and home made pork pie
Eustace had picked up a bouncy rubber ball
A sherbet sugar dip and a pen for his school
Roy – a pencil sharpener, and a rubber mask
And all of the shaving that he could grasp
Twenty pence for a shot at the coconut shy
Five throws for a pound, a big bearded man cried.
A hot dog lined with mustard and custard
Pickle and cabbage and all that they mustered
Over the fence, a small boy had came
A quick go on the slide, then the climbing frame
There was something different about his face
His angst-ridden features seemed out of place.
As suddenly as he had once arrived
A raindrop, or bird juice falls out of the sky
It went without saying that we all kept on going
Barbequing, or tombola, or tennis ball throwing
Thought nothing of this temperamental weather
This simple wet was conquered by tether
But no one could ignore the sound of the thunders
We all put together, beginning to wonder.
We gathered up everything that we found
A palm tree leaf, a window, the lining of cloud
A basket of fruit, two stilts and a pram
A horse shoe, a lamp shade, a hat from Ramadan
We built together a shelter of sorts
Of sticks and stones, we hid under this fort
To stray away from the oncoming spit
But it all tumbled down when the south wall had split
Nothing but rubble, and sadness and rain
An old man suggested how to ease all our pain
He quoted out psalm after psalm after psalm
And some wigged ladies came round and read from our palms
We had no time to proof read these novels and books
So we gathered the nearest man, and off we took
We prepared a cross-shape from branches and stuff
[post five eleven ninety nine]
To all, it was a luke-warm summers day
A wind strong enough to make the fir trees sway
A barbeque, a lucky dip, a coconut shy
A chicken, a satchel and home made pork pie
Eustace had picked up a bouncy rubber ball
A sherbet sugar dip and a pen for his school
Roy – a pencil sharpener, and a rubber mask
And all of the shaving that he could grasp
Twenty pence for a shot at the coconut shy
Five throws for a pound, a big bearded man cried.
A hot dog lined with mustard and custard
Pickle and cabbage and all that they mustered
Over the fence, a small boy had came
A quick go on the slide, then the climbing frame
There was something different about his face
His angst-ridden features seemed out of place.
As suddenly as he had once arrived
A raindrop, or bird juice falls out of the sky
It went without saying that we all kept on going
Barbequing, or tombola, or tennis ball throwing
Thought nothing of this temperamental weather
This simple wet was conquered by tether
But no one could ignore the sound of the thunders
We all put together, beginning to wonder.
We gathered up everything that we found
A palm tree leaf, a window, the lining of cloud
A basket of fruit, two stilts and a pram
A horse shoe, a lamp shade, a hat from Ramadan
We built together a shelter of sorts
Of sticks and stones, we hid under this fort
To stray away from the oncoming spit
But it all tumbled down when the south wall had split
Nothing but rubble, and sadness and rain
An old man suggested how to ease all our pain
He quoted out psalm after psalm after psalm
And some wigged ladies came round and read from our palms
We had no time to proof read these novels and books
So we gathered the nearest man, and off we took
We prepared a cross-shape from branches and stuff
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The village fête
[post five eleven ninety nine]
To all, it was a luke-warm summers day
A wind strong enough to make the fir trees sway
A barbeque, a lucky dip, a coconut shy
A chicken, a satchel and home made pork pie
Eustace had picked up a bouncy rubber ball
A sherbet sugar dip and a pen for his school
Roy – a pencil sharpener, and a rubber mask
And all of the shaving that he could grasp
Twenty pence for a shot at the coconut shy
Five throws for a pound, a big bearded man cried.
A hot dog lined with mustard and custard
Pickle and cabbage and all that they mustered
Over the fence, a small boy had came
A quick go on the slide, then the climbing frame
There was something different about his face
His angst-ridden features seemed out of place.
As suddenly as he had once arrived
A raindrop, or bird juice falls out of the sky
It went without saying that we all kept on going
Barbequing, or tombola, or tennis ball throwing
Thought nothing of this temperamental weather
This simple wet was conquered by tether
But no one could ignore the sound of the thunders
We all put together, beginning to wonder.
We gathered up everything that we found
A palm tree leaf, a window, the lining of cloud
A basket of fruit, two stilts and a pram
A horse shoe, a lamp shade, a hat from Ramadan
We built together a shelter of sorts
Of sticks and stones, we hid under this fort
To stray away from the oncoming spit
But it all tumbled down when the south wall had split
Nothing but rubble, and sadness and rain
An old man suggested how to ease all our pain
He quoted out psalm after psalm after psalm
And some wigged ladies came round and read from our palms
We had no time to proof read these novels and books
So we gathered the nearest man, and off we took
We prepared a cross-shape from branches and stuff
[post five eleven ninety nine]
To all, it was a luke-warm summers day
A wind strong enough to make the fir trees sway
A barbeque, a lucky dip, a coconut shy
A chicken, a satchel and home made pork pie
Eustace had picked up a bouncy rubber ball
A sherbet sugar dip and a pen for his school
Roy – a pencil sharpener, and a rubber mask
And all of the shaving that he could grasp
Twenty pence for a shot at the coconut shy
Five throws for a pound, a big bearded man cried.
A hot dog lined with mustard and custard
Pickle and cabbage and all that they mustered
Over the fence, a small boy had came
A quick go on the slide, then the climbing frame
There was something different about his face
His angst-ridden features seemed out of place.
As suddenly as he had once arrived
A raindrop, or bird juice falls out of the sky
It went without saying that we all kept on going
Barbequing, or tombola, or tennis ball throwing
Thought nothing of this temperamental weather
This simple wet was conquered by tether
But no one could ignore the sound of the thunders
We all put together, beginning to wonder.
We gathered up everything that we found
A palm tree leaf, a window, the lining of cloud
A basket of fruit, two stilts and a pram
A horse shoe, a lamp shade, a hat from Ramadan
We built together a shelter of sorts
Of sticks and stones, we hid under this fort
To stray away from the oncoming spit
But it all tumbled down when the south wall had split
Nothing but rubble, and sadness and rain
An old man suggested how to ease all our pain
He quoted out psalm after psalm after psalm
And some wigged ladies came round and read from our palms
We had no time to proof read these novels and books
So we gathered the nearest man, and off we took
We prepared a cross-shape from branches and stuff