This party has balloons,
Balloons are popping
This party has music,
The music isn’t stopping
People go round prancing,
In their own form of dancing.
We all promised parents we’ll be back on the dot,
But somehow at a party there’s no time to look at the clock.
When I finally get home, I collapse on my bed, fun is exhausting, right?
I had the most amazing time but you won’t see me awake in the morning! Night!
By Erin Lobb, Horsham
Comments on: "Day twenty" (3)
wonderful piece through a teenage lens, thank you Erin, XX
prancing! love this thank you for taking us there!
love the energy – great poem