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Toffeed Teeth

Tittle Tattle Toffee Tied up neat with string Covered in brown paper Juices seep and bling How I love this toffee She makes it every day We knock knock knock On her back door She wishes us away Shoo shoo you little terrors Stop coming back for more Your teeth with all come falling out Then your mum will be at my door

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 12/18/2021 1:29:00 PM
This poem is so fun and clever, with fantastic rhythm and flow, Angela. Enjoyed the read! :)
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/18/2021 4:22:00 PM
Ah Thankyou so much Laura, glad you like it :)
Date: 12/16/2021 1:01:00 PM
what a delightful poem this is. Love it.
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/16/2021 2:04:00 PM
Thankyou Andrea x
Date: 12/16/2021 12:31:00 PM
Love the rhyme pattern and toffee! Good one Pangie xx
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/16/2021 12:51:00 PM
Thankyou Pangie x
Date: 12/15/2021 3:02:00 PM
Fun rhyme poem to read, Angela. Thanks for sharing a enjoyable poem with a health message to boot. Smiles, Bill
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/15/2021 3:53:00 PM
It was a lady who lived on our street, and we would knock on her back gate and buy a bag of treacle toffee in brown paper bags, for 10p. It was often still warm. She did used to look a bit tired of us, but didn’t actually really shooo us away, but looked like she wanted to :) The toffee was the best Ive ever eaten
Date: 12/14/2021 11:14:00 AM
Toffee is the one gift one can give to a woman and know it will be enjoyed!
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/14/2021 12:01:00 PM
Send them over here any day Rico...:)
Date: 12/13/2021 2:48:00 PM
Lol lost many a filling to dreaded toffee. Tom
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/13/2021 2:57:00 PM
Ditto! Nice though isn’t it Tom