MR KETCHUPS FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAY.........A Story by ROSALINDMr Ketchup had quite forgotten what day it was...
Poor old Mr Ketchup was so down in the dumps,
as nobody remembered it was his birthday. O dear tears began to roll down his cheeks like water from a tap, in fact he cried so much that he went through umpteen packs of tissues. His face looked like a big red quashed tomato. if that wasn't bad enough, his hair looked like he'd been dragged, through a bush. O bother he moaned its no use feeling sorry for myself I am not getting any sympathy, from the cat neither. a wee while later after. he had found his old torn rain coat and musty old wellingtons boots, off he trotted down a steep hill to yellow market , to buy himself something for his birthday. You see he just couldn't help himself Mr Ketchup had to be the centre of attention. He certainly wasn't getting any from his friends. Had they forgotten all about Mr Ketchup's birthday.? Well perhaps they might have,!!! Wait a second what day is this is it Saturday, Oh fiddle sticks this is Friday, and it isn't my birthday until tomorrow. Oh what a silly sausage I am he grunted to himself. Fancy that in that case I better put these things back, I won't be needing these presents anymore, I cannot afford to waste my money on pointless things. Knowing haggis and neaps they will probably spoil me rotten I knew something wasn't quite right it would be most unusual or Haggis and Neaps not to remember my birthday, and who knows they might even throw a birthday party.. Mr Ketchup began to get very excited about is birthday at least he didn't appear to have a face like a quashed tomato. anymore. Oh dear Mr Ketchup You are such a funny person what are we going to do with you. © 2012 ROSALINDReviews
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Added on June 8, 2012Last Updated on June 15, 2012 AuthorROSALINDEDINBURGH, lothian , United KingdomAboutHello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..Writing
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