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Christopher, Blair and Claire

CHRISTOPHER, BLAIR AND CLAIRE Young Blair was a shy boy, Somewhat a nerd, He just simply could not make a friend, The nursery school teacher, Who was my mum, Enjoyed her job so, She was never glum. Christopher was the lively one in the class, There was a seesaw and jungle gym On the grass, Teacher told Christopher to please Play with Blair, Christopher asked, may I also bring Claire? Claire was Christopher’s imaginary friend, She was real to Christopher, He didn’t pretend! Break time, teacher and helpers were about, As two dozen screaming children ran out! Christopher very mischievous, Thought of a plan Quite excited, he said to himself, I’ll do it Tomorrow if I can! The next day, He took something out of his school case Put it in his pocket and showed a bland face. Break time was very soon Christopher thought, And hid behind his back what He had brought! He whispered all, to imaginary Claire, Don’t be afraid silly, You sound too goody, goody and frilly! He went up to Blair, And put out his hand, Do you really want to be my friend? Then eat this, Blair desperately wanted To be his friend, So took a very big bite and went quite red Blair spluttered and cried, And gave everyone, a huge fright. Teacher ran to the scene and found a Half bitten chilli Lying on the ground, But Christopher was nowhere around, He couldn’t be found! I’m on fire teacher, the poor Young boy said, As his nose also bled! Teacher had already phoned The local doctor, Christopher was now hiding, the little actor Blair was asthmatic, which was another Contributing factor! Plump Doctor Dawson, said Blair Would be fine, Teacher did a headcount as the Children fell into line, She had a lost child, was about to Call the police, When Christopher appeared, He wanted to make peace! I’m sorry teacher he said, but girls Are really naughty, Claire made me do this terrible deed, Which was grotty! Christopher then offered Blair a hand, Covered in grease, The two boys wanted their cold war To cease! Being yet a child, and still with innocence, Christopher said to imaginary Claire, Come over here, and play With me and Blair! This is a true Story

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Date: 5/4/2019 3:37:00 AM
I know it is true; truth is so much more interesting than fiction. Nice one for sure my friend!
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 5/4/2019 10:44:00 AM
My mum was a Nursery school teacher for years , in those years they didn't have Grade 00 and Grade 0 then primary -it was nursery school, then primary school! Very happy you enjoyed my true story Caren, Hugs, Jennifer.
Date: 5/2/2019 7:56:00 PM
wow, it is a true story too? Did it happen when you were a child yourself . This is told very well, Jennifer.
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 5/3/2019 2:10:00 AM
Hi Andrea I was 7 years old and the children all used to ask teacher, is your big girl coming to play with us today - I was in grade 2. It definitely is a true story! Thank you for a lovely comment Andrea, hugs, Jennifer
Date: 4/30/2019 6:53:00 PM
An interesting story my friend...great read Jenn...happy endings...hope you had a great Easter...^WW^...{*J*}
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 5/1/2019 11:19:00 AM
We spent it with our one son, unfortunately the other one is studying for his finals in ophthalmic surgery - he has been studying for 13 years! Glad you enjoyed my story ^WW^ - I'm a story teller I guess. Hugs, Jen.
Date: 4/30/2019 5:55:00 PM
Hello Jennifer, like they say... Boys will be boys. Little boys tease the girls. have a nice evening my friend.
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 5/1/2019 11:24:00 AM
Hi Darlene , you are right - when we were young we used to tease the boys and say "Boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails" when we grew up, it was of course a different story". Thanks for a great comment Darlene. Hugs, Jennifer.

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