Christmas treesA Poem by The Enemy
A long time ago
In a woodland far away Some Christmas trees lived And in the wind they did sway Growing so large And ever so tall Along came a bloke To make poor trees fall Selling at market To.make.cash in hand Owner doesn't know The tramp.made a grand To spend on his gambling In hensfield bingo hall To make even more Cash for Christmas and all The moral.of the story Is this so you know Don't steal the Christmas tree Because your father will know! © 2017 The Enemy |
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2017 Last Updated on November 22, 2017 AuthorThe Enemyburntwood, Staffs, United KingdomAboutIm Fraggle I have been learning and using Pixel Lighting for a few months and have learend alot with the help of the Xlights group. more..Writing
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