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>Worth Repeating 7 (Part I)

January 13, 2010


When Horace turned Eleven
he decided there should be
Some kind of celebration.
‘For my friends’, he said ‘and me.
For though I’ve been the age of eight
and nine and six and seven
This is the very first time that I’ve ever been Eleven.’

‘Twas early in the morning when the party Guests arrived
And all were wearing Costumes most intriguingly contrived.
The Pig came as an Admiral, the Zebra as a Punk.
The Rhino was an Astronaut, his spacesuit made of junk.
The Mouse came as a Musketeer, his head and hat held high,
A swagger in his footsteps and a twinkle in his eye.
The Cat was Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt and the Nile,
And masquerading as a Judge, was Sam the Crocodile.
And then there was a pair of twins – two sisters, both Giraffes.
Who turned up dressed as Angels and received a round of laughs.
Their haloes shone upon their heads, two shiny golden rings,
And from their nylon tutus sprouted painted cardboard wings.

The Eleventh Hour
by Graeme Base

One Comment leave one →
  1. January 14, 2010 4:43 pm

    >OOh, I'd forgotten all about that book! I loved it when I was little, all those gorgeous pictures! Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

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