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PARTY AT THE FLOWER MILL

Hi here we are again,
Waking up on my fluffy cloud.
Critters are getting excited,
It's nearly Christmas so it's allowed.

The butterfly bee's, Have been,
Dishing out their honey covered limes.
Chocolate sneezes with beeswax,
candles to light up the skyline tonight.

Waspet calling round in her costume,
Think it's going to be a swell party tonight.
The Cheeselets are in a tizz,
The fireflies are on the Ritz.

Treacle mines it's hard to believe,
Are closing early on Christmas eve.
So the party's at the flower mill,
A bigger place that's sure to fill.

There's no bickering day or night,
Here in the meld we look after one another.
Treating critters and animals like no other,
We're all god's children with equal rights.

Well bottoms on seats. It's time to dine,
I've had to much of this home made wine.
Waspets sitting next to me,
Underneath the mistletoe tree.

Is she dressed as a Christmas present?
Just for me.
I guess I'll have to wait and see;
The turkey's are having fun,
Serving dinner to everyone.

It's gonna be a fun night I believe,
After all it is Christmas eve.
I can't wait until Christmas day,
I'll have to open at least one present
Right away, tonight.
Festive fun for everyone, Goodnight.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley