Hello Poetry Lovers.
Yes, it’s nearly that time of year when birthday celebrations raise their head. Mine’s three weeks before Christmas – Bore! – as Dobby would say! 
What can you do with a birthday like that?! So to air even more grudges, I penned a birthday chant. Chant poems are great fun, and worth doing. A nice lockdown project maybe?
Anyway read on for more whinging……
Birthday Chant (A Grudge Poem)
On my tenth birthday, I got a toy horse.
A party was out of the question of course.
But I really wanted a Tiny Tears doll!
Gran got me Playdough, my smile
became thin.
I thanked her profusely as it went in the bin
But I really wanted a Tiny Tears doll!
Was there no end of crap presents today?!
Oh, a construction set! Cheers, auntie Gaye!
But I really wanted a Tiny Tears doll!
Mum baked a cake, the icing was pink.
I pigged the lot and was sick in the sink.
But I really wanted a Tiny Tears doll!
Phew! Feel better after that little rant! Been holding that one back for years! How have your birthdays been? I defy anyone to tell us about presents that were even worse than mine!
Do not hesitate to fill us in!
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. Be back real soon…….
