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Don't move the goalposts.Leave them as they are.
Well, maybe this much wider.Now you've gone too far.
In a bit more. Stop.OK, that'll do.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.
Save me, it hissed. A secret must hide.So I opened my bag and it slithered inside.
My Gran was a Caribbean ladyAs Caribbean as could beShe came across to visit usIn Shoreham by the sea.
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
Guess what, Thinker?
Tomorrow is Pets' Day at school,
and you can go.
You won't be the only one,
we're going to have a lot
You won't talk,