The Gate
Giant pseudo English boy
Piano playing kid’s a joy
Beer drinking, now he’s glad
No one seems at all sad
Centre piece is looking good
Apple cruncher if she could
The morning doer – I think not
Sweatshirt yet she’s never hot
One about to escape, nearly
Final sweetie - love you dearly
Nine cousins all are mates
As they hide behind the gate.

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