It's time for tea ,but not for me I can't go in at half past three ,I don't need cake or orange squash ,an egg sandwich ,but thanks a lot ,you see I have so much to do there's trees to climb and rope to find and swings to make before were through ,my gang well we've just made a plan to bury gold from Billy's Nan and guard it from those down the road who we know stole snot Jamie's toad,so of to build a camp are we so I can't come in for my tea ,because our gang is only four and that includes the girl next door,we let her in she's got a bike and has a rat she says can bite ,I say a rat but more a tiger she says that it ate jemima ,her little sister we've not seen and we all think that's pretty mean ,I think she wants to lead our gang , so I hope that you understand ,I can't leave now, come in for tea this crazy gang depend on me,if i leave ill lose my spot and what will happen to this lot ,they'll all be picked of one by one with promises of chewing gum ,the army from just down the road they never sleep ,they told us so.
- Author: isituorme ( Offline)
- Published: June 16th, 2016 06:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Gosh Isituorme,
Have you ever heard of the word "Omertà"?
How on earth did you get to join a gang?!
I know,I know...
You wished upon a Star!!
L./Nûñnë'hï
👍😀
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