Here's Alison: My Birthday
Hard to tell from Alison Ross's poem whether or not she likes her birthday treat.
Six o’clock, cups of coffee
Seven o’clock, breakfast in bed
Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock
My birthday has gone to their heads
Children all mutter in secret,
Prepare all my meals on a tray,
Just because it’s my Birthday
They put me to bed for the day!
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