Breakfast in bed of toast and tea,
Burnt and stewed oh my what glee.
The little dears do serve with charm,
A shame about the smoke alarm.
Handmade gifts of glitter and gold,
Glue not set makes them easy to hold.
"Mummy, Mummy, you're so fine,"
"The glitter has made your boobies shine."
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