by Naomi Nevill

Created on: June 12, 2008

Hiding under the table
ice cream melting through the hands,
eat as much as you are able
and watch the people dance.

The women are in dresses
twirling colors in the air,
the tables all are messes
people all eating there share.

Din of noise in a den of joy
under the table, clever ploy .

Past her bed time she knew full well,
but if no one can see her, no one can tell.

Everybody's having fun
the jazz band playing sweetly,
Big and sticky icing bun
fits her mouth quite neatly.

Eyelids drooping slightly,
won't give in to sleep.
Lanterns shining brightly,
she dares another peep.

Mum turns round, it's just not fair,
sees her daughter sitting there
she's been exposed
mum thought she dosed
but she aint sleeping nowhere.

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