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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required https://youtu.be/32Grudf19Ao https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/school-holiday At quarter past eight, I thought I would be late Yet it was still early in the morning Become what may, of the school holiday My grandfather Joe was still yawning At quarter past nine, I really took my time My bowl of porridge was awaiting At five past ten, I woke up from my den My grandmother Sue was still debating At half past eleven, we reached the River Severn The ducks on the bank were astounding At twenty to twelve, we saw a Mr Melve He fell into the river, heart was pounding At ten past one, my joy had nearly gone My very tiny belly was to grumble Yet five minutes later, we saw a kind waiter The best meal ever, rendered humble At twenty five to two, we visited the zoo Gorillas were looking at me strangely At five past three, birds surrounding me They seemed to want to re-arrange thee At quarter past four, we reached the zoo door Grandmother left the shop so jolly At half past five, her smile had come alive She had bought me gifts and holly At ten past six, my bike he had to fix The shining glare was less appealing At half past six, I was really in the mix Dinner time coming was the feeling At five to eight, they thought I couldn’t wait Bedtime stories were commencing Laughing in the night, a glorious sight Grandfather talked about fencing By quarter past eight, at a splendid rate Grandfather saw me looking sleepy Into the night, switching off the light Twinkling stars will surely greet me Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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