Written to the prompt G is for Gold
The Fancy-Dress Party
We’ve just had a fancy dress party – our family and some of our friends –
It was really quite funny to see the grown-ups getting dressed up and playing ‘pretends’.
My grandmother came as a teabag, and grandfather came as a bat,
And Daddy turned out as King Arthur, while Mummy dressed up as a cat.
Aunty Christine turned up as a pirate, with an eyepatch, a sword and some gold;
Cousin Steven was dressed just like Tarzan, which must have been terribly cold.
Mr Smith from next door was a sailor, and his wife, Mrs Smith, was a nun,
And their son came as Paddington Bear, and their daughter as Santa Claus joined in the fun.
Uncle Cyril turned up as a jockey, with his jodhpurs and hard hat, of course,
Which was good because two of my cousins turned up as the halves of a pantomime horse!
Sophie’s father came dressed as a milkman, her mother came dressed as a nurse,
And Michael her poor injured patient, which Daddy said could have been worse.
Simon, my brother, was Kermit, and David, his friend, was a tree,
And Jonathon came as a cowboy, and Uncle Stan came as a bee.
Aunt Maggie turned up as a shepherd! She’d even brought two sheep along!
And Sophie and I went as angels, which everyone said seemed quite wrong.
The whole thing was very exciting, till Sophie and I had to sleep,
And we found when we got up next morning – our wings had been eaten by sheep!
© Carol Carman 2025
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