The Best Children's Party.

They decided to have the best children's party ever in the town.
The children would come in their hundreds from many miles around.
There would be 6ft french fries and a everlasting chocolate machine.
Huge mountain of ice cream, the biggest there has ever been.
I am sure there are many more things that would help this party improve.
So Dear Poets the Funs in your court, it is now over to all of you.

Some quote on children.
“(On BAUDELAIRE). For Baudelaire, passionate feeling was one of the essential parts of art.....
....."les rapports intimes et secrets des choses, les correspondances et les analogies." This insistence on intuition makes Baudelaire attach great importance to childhood and childhood memories, for it is the age of immediacy and vividness of sensation and emotion. He once wrote that genius was the ability to recover childhood at will. The poet becomes, for Baudelaire, the alchemist who turns mud into gold....” --"TWELVE FRENCH POETS. 1820-1900. AN ANTHOLOGY OF 19TH CENTURY FRENCH POETRY." London : Longmans, Green and Co., 1957. (Third impression, 1959). (With an Introduction and Notes by Douglas Parmée). Full acknowledgements are made. SR. 15.8.2025
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Party party tarty
Are you late to the function
do you hate, what a conjunction
forgive me my lord
I have come to your re dungeon
build me thy fortress of salute
bring more of this forgive me I'm here, whistles thy flute
I'm listening there mute, so charming how cute
Your relentless pursuit, my mistress you knew
hard work I flew, pop in with thy crew
How big so bright, how tall you have grew

From far-off villages, they came to the forest,
To graze their goats, cows, and sheep in the forest.
They planned to hold a party in that forest,
In the shade of trees, with rain as their shelter.
They milked the goats and collected the milk
In a container, then made a fire to cook.
They gathered leaves from trees and served
The dish to all, dancing deep in the forest.
Their songs mingled with the bleating of goats,
The lowing of cows, the calls of peacocks and crows,
And sparrows, all singing at their party.
The air, passing by, swayed the boughs of trees,
Dancing in harmony with the unison of clouds.
And drops of rain pattered upon the stones.

Table’s laid, for every kid,
no-one’s left alone,
for pure laughter rings around
from every happy home,
direct chat, forms the link,
no monitor can lie,
switch off every modem,
where child cannot cry,
the water is so clean,
every basic; covered,
such delight is the choice,
to be both dad and mother,
gifts; don’t feed a fat cat,
just smile; as they learn,
for such a children’s party,
is world; that doesn’t burn!

They put a huge big top up for the performer's to display their craft.
People in funny costumes that made all the children laugh.
A strong man showing great strength and playing with fire.
Artists doing amazing acrobatics on a very thin wire.
The man with the wand who made things disappear and then reappear.
A juggler who sang while throwing his Skittles high in the air.
Ladies who danced gracefully in the air while holding the rope tight.
The Ringmaster who ensured everything went to plan throughout the night.

The balloons float high in the backyard fair,
streamers swirl like ribbons in the air.
The cake is shaped like a kangaroo,
frosted brown, black, and ocean blue.
A bouncy castle, bright and tall,
a boom box that sings to all.
Paints for faces, masks to wear,
friends come running through the air.
Hats on heads, they shout “hooray!”
It’s games for boys and girls all day.

It was a long day and sadly the party had to come to an end.
Very tired children were being collected by refreshed parent's.
The children had fun mixing with each other and making friends.
The parent's could see the effort they all went to was well spent.
More wonderful memories that will carry with them through life.
Giving them valuable lesson's in how to socialize and except everyone.
When their tired heads hit the soft pillows at night.
They will relive in their dreams a wonderful day of laughter and fun.