Masala was a fancy place to eat
that was where the year8's went to meet.
Butter chicken was so divine
My taste buds were fine
But my teacher wouldn't let me drink wine
We took so many pictures
It was mixture of students and teachers
We had such a good time
but everyone had to say good bye
It was a great night Lavinia. It was lovely to see you all dressed up and looking so grown up :-)
ReplyDeleteI really loved this rhyming poem. I enjoyed reading this poem. Masala is a fancy place to eat.
ReplyDeleteRobertanna