Friday, 27 December 2013

a sixty first poem...'pony'

Jemima wished for a pony for Christmas
- She lived in a council flat,
Eleventh floor.
When the big day arrived
She woke at 5AM,
Trotted down to the lounge.
Her parents heard her,
Hoped she wasn't expecting 
to be allowed
To ride it around.

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