Ok, this isn't finished. Will post up the rest as soon as it is done.
Martin Fosten had the fairest ball
There was no other like it at all
It bounced and flew so beautifully
Until Chris got it wedged in the tallest tree
And woe was us, and we were sad
For we knew it would make Martin mad
The tension grew as he drew near
"He won't be pleased" Mandy said, "I fear."
And Martin how he wept and wailed
Until a passer-by he loudly hailed:
"I say, good sir, do your dogs climb trees?"
"Sorry, no" said the man "those are called monkeys."
And while Martin sobbed, we set to work
Gathering large objects and a bottle of dirt
And we cleared the space beneath the tree
(We didn't trust Chris' throwing, you see!)
Up in the tree sat this golden gem
While we all tried to bring it down again
We certainly tried as best we could
With rocks and a bottle and bits of wood
The mood on the bus was gloomy that day
There was nothing anyone could do or say
To bring Martin out of his misery
Even Charlton's three-nil victory!
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