Twas the ninth of November, When all was still, Until someone came home, And walked over 5 hills. Twas an innocent girl, With no blame, But when the quiet was ruined, She shook her head in shame. Twas not her fault, Because she was not on her own, But she was framed, And everyone let her down. The girl tried to tell the truth, But no one believed this innocent one, And so they sent her to a community centre, So that she learnt who was as dry as a bone. Once she came out of her nightmare, She came home to find her parents werent there, And she went outside to find them, And still they werent here. My parents have gone! She shouted in despair, And she was desperate to find them, So she went into town only to find, That they were stealing a gem! Mum, Dad, what are you doing? She cautioned them lightly, But it was too late, For they had done this daily and nightly. The girls parents were already in trouble, And they tried to get away, But the police were there, And they were runaways. The girl went home, Having found thieves for a mum and dad, When a knock at the door, Caused her to worry and be sad. The knock at the door turned out to be her parents, And she hugged them in delight and was happy, Until she found the police behind them, And went to change her brothers nappy. This story doesnt end yet, But I dont want to carry on for long, Because interest will be lost, And you will bang the gong. THE END
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 16:55:29 +0000
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