memories of a charmed life...
One of my first birthday memories
is of a glorious summer day.
They always were it seemed to me, perhaps my
memory plays tricks?
The table was laid
the jelly made
hundreds and thousands
quivered and crowded the 'jelly top'
candles crowned a feather-light sponge
awaiting a princesses
breath to blow
The princess of the day was nowhere
to be seen...
she had let the excitement get a hold
it slithered and snaked...
sick she was and went to bed
Her guests all agreed the party was fun
Pity Linda had a jippy tum