The Birthday Party

I was a boy; about nine or ten. I asked my mom for a birthday Party, and this is what she said: But we had a party for you last year Don’t you remember? There were balloons in every different Color of the imagination. There were clowns and we ate cotton Candy in blue and pink and even green. But you cried. You were scared of the clowns and The candy gave you a tummy ache. There was a petting zoo And it was filled with animals From all around the world And a giant red rollercoaster But you cried. The animals stunk of poo poo you said And you wouldn’t get on the rollercoaster; You have a fear of heights. Don’t you remember The clowns The chickens The balloons The coasters The games The prizes The party? You cried and you said That you never wanted another Party ever, ever again. But now I recall that party never happened, I was never afraid of clowns and I’m not afraid of heights. Mother never through me a party. That I remember.