Party Time

Party Time
The flames were leaping high
The smoke was in the air
The shed was nearly up in flames
There’s no one there to care,

But rescue’s close at hand
The sausages not charred
The chicken legs are barely black
Here’s Jenny, no holds barred.

The feast was handed round
“I like them black”, was heard
“Good grief! They’re eating them!”
That was when we cheered

A super afternoon
Was had by everyone
Thank you for the treat,
The laughter and the fun.

McGonagall’s Sister
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