Sunday, 22 July 2012

2147 - Eighty years young

A lovely sunny day for my Mum's do
Her eightieth birthday party - we all went
Except for Robin's kids that Clare withdrew
But he turned up, and everyone else lent
Their time and chat, though not all of them spent
All day getting there. The food was real nice
I filled a bag with some before the end
And am about to gorge on it, no lies
Tall Tom was there, snapping away, like spies
Him and Vee, the secret photograph crew
Sat in the garden, Josie's chatter sent
A cute young touch through the talk, and I tried
To speak to various old faces all through
Her numerous putting me off attempts!

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