At my birthday party I'll eat lots of cake.
Jam sponge and Eccles and Dundee too.
Jelly and sweets and all my mouth can take.
As long as it's soft and filled with goo.

It might make me sick, but what does it matter.
I'll go to the toilet to relieve the pain.
And come down again feeling so much better.
That's what I'll do and start eating again

When the eating's all over, the games will begin.
And my little sister thinks she's going to play.
But no, I trip her over and she hurts her chin.
Well it's not her party, it's my birthday today.

We start to play 'I spy' and 'musical chairs.
My friends get a little bit noisy.
So we think that it's best in my bedroom upstairs.
Opening my presents and being right nosey.

We rip open the parcels and boxes with care.
And leave wrappings and string in a mess on the floor.
 There's a bike on the landing! We all stand and stare.
Mum and Dad bought it, they are great, that's for sure.

When the party is over Mum cleans up the mess.
Dad gets out the car to take Nan to the station.
It's goodbye to my friends and a kiss for Aunt Tess.
Then I sit down and think 'what a great celebration'.

Then it's off to bed, but how shall I sleep.
My tummy's still full, but I know it's quite late.
My Dad opens the door to have a last peep.
I'm asleep, thank heaven! 'cause I'm only just eight.


© William (Bill) Sapsford, 13th October 2013