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CREAM CRACKERED GERTY!!

CREAM CRACKERED GERTY!!

Once upon a time....

There appeared a dirty big hole!

Just near Gerty`s garden shed!!

It was ever so round!

And ever so bloody big!

She just stood there and scratched her head!

" What will I do? Berty`s not here

I`m all on my own!

And we don`t possess a spade!!

Where the bloody hell did all that muck go?!!

And when the heck was it made?! "

So she shouted for help

And suddenly she heard a small voice!

Telling her to look over the fence!

And there in the street

Was a blummin big truck!

It had dumped a big load at her feet!

" They are Jacobs cream crackers! "

The little man said!

" They fell off when the ice made them slip!

You may have them all!

For they are now broken you see! "

Then he proceeded to tip!

" If you mix them with muck!

They`ll become rather stuck!

Like cement again they will be!

They will plug that big hole

And again please the eye! "

Then he turned and he waved you see!

She shouted after him...." But who made that flippin big hole?!

Please I`m begging to know!

And why did it have to happen to me?! "

G xx

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Larry Ran

Hi our dear Georgina,

Sounds like you need a "hurdy-gurdy" machine.  I'll send you one from America, to help fill your flippin' big hole.

We love you,

L & L

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Georgina Richardson

What on earth is one of those?!! I`m chuffed that you liked it sweetie.

Love G xx

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