David Greaves

It's time for a party,
Of one, it would seem;
As we meet Mr Snuffles,
With eyes all a gleam.

For who wants to celebrate,
Their birthday alone;
Truffle less, friend less,
And with a thief to bemoan.

Not Mr Snuffles,
That simply won't do;
So he's off to sniffle,
A birthday treat or two.
But when those escape him,
As do the thieves whereabouts;
He can't help but ponder,
Why his friends are all out.

Decked to the nines,
With ties and balloons;
Spouting something about,
Teas, parties, afternoons?

So a saddened Mr Snuffles,
Shuffles along;
Feeling lonely, left out,
Like he doesn't belong.

But things are not always,
As we believe them to be;
And Mr Snuffles is in for,
A surprise he simply can't see.

A charming tale,
Of Mr Snuffles and friends,
And how all things truly,
Work out in the end.

Though the rhyming meter falls,
Off track a time or two;
The story and illustrations,
Make it shine like new.


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