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The Party

As I sat in the park today

to rest my weary bones.

I heard a voice call out to me

from where it was not known.

 

I turned around and saw a squirrel

leaning against the tree.

I could not believe what I heard,

so I said,"Pardon me".

 

Then the squirrel called out,"Hey you".

And I said, "What the hell".

Then he said," Come over here".

And I said,"WHAT THE HELL".

 

Another squirrel joined the first,

I think his name was Bobby.

He said,"Why don't you leave her alone,

I think she's kind of snobby".

 

The other squirrel said," You think I should,

I want someone to go party".

Then Bobby said," Oh ya the party,

I think we may be tardy".

 

As I sat there in confusion,

my mind could not quiet grasp this illusion.

I over heard the little squirrel say,

"It's at Chesters, I know the way".

 

Then Bobby said,"He can really party.

Even the King stopped by,

though he didn't look to hardy."

As for me I'm really sorry, that I missed Chester's party.

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Written by
jaymi-swift
American
Published
Mar 15, 2013
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