It’s a bit of a cheat this one…
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The morning was cold and the playground was grey
I stood there alone on my very first day.
When I first was the target of withering scorn
From the scourge of the infant school: Kellian Dawn.
She called me a tomboy and pulled off my hat
Said my bum matched my face and my tummy was fat
I started to wish I had never been born
As I quaked at the mercy of Kellian Dawn
But the next day she hugged me and let me play too
We were hairdressers, nurses, then went to the zoo
By the end of First Playtime my fealty was sworn
To my friend and my role model Kellian Dawn
When at Afternoon Playtime I ran to her side
She pinched me and pulled on my curls till I cried
And I ran away sobbing, confused and forlorn
At the fickle affections of Kellian Dawn
When you start going to school education begins
By day three, I’d discovered identical twins.
But I never did find any way to forewarn
Who was nice, who was mean out of Kelly and Dawn.
Tom Juniper Poetry 