 Comforted = Comfort ted
A poem by Joy Rice My name is teddy gaga, I am a party ted. I like to knock back the Baileys and get right off my head. We doing the latest craze - it's calked neknominate. But ooh- er all those Baileys haven't left me feeling so great. The street angels helped me they showed me love and care. They mopped me up, gave me a lollipop and offered me a prayer! I was struggling in my high heels and to the street I drops. Thank goodness for their comfort and for their free flip flops. My head was throbbing, my feet ached, I was a very sore ted, But thanks to the angels comforting me - I am on my way to being sorted. They gave me a holding cross and told me about our saviour. Now I'm saved, too. Cut down on the booze, no longer a little raver. Comments are closed.
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