Holly and Polly and Molly were jolly
They were going to the party to play
But Molly told Polly that Holly had told her
The party was on the wrong day
But it’s tomorrow; said Polly to Molly when Holly
Had told them the party’s today.
Holly’s dressed for the party; said Molly to Polly
Oh, Polly, oh what should I say?
You must tell her she’s wrong
That she has the days skewered
Said Polly to Molly in dread
Did she not read the invite; said Molly to Polly
As she pulled it from her pocket and read
Argh! It says it’s today, the first day in May
Get dressed – we have no time to waste
Molly and Polly got dressed in a hurry
Polly wore green to Molly’s bright red
You look lovely; said Polly to Molly (distracted)
To the mirror she stood to reflect
Bright red is the colour – there is no other
To wear to a party like this
But hurry; said Polly, stressing to Molly
We have no time, there’s no time to miss
Molly and Polly arrived and saw Holly
Playing and having such fun
Holly looked to them both
And said ever so sweetly;
Come and enjoy this great day in the sun! /
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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