“Hi, my name is Lily. As some of you know, it was my birthday yesterday. Lovely Mum got me a new push-along as a present. ‘Golly-gosh, Mum,’ I said, ‘it’s a lovely colour, but it’s hard blummin’ work for a toy.’”
“I. Am. SUCH. A. Boopster. It wasn’t a push-along after all, it was a new throne! Golly-gosh, I love a new throne. Let me see now, how does a princess ascend a retro art deco armchair throne in faux-leather orange plastic?”
“Okay, nearly there … Look at that, just one footsie sticking out. Not bad going for a first try, eh?”
“Ooops, I dropped my phone. I mean, what’s the point in reclining on a retro art deco armchair throne in faux-leather orange plastic if you can’t tell all the other princesses about it?”
“Here we go, one last effort … Golly-gosh, it’s not very dignified for a princess, is it?”
“Phew! Made it at last. Lovely Mum? I love my retro art deco armchair throne in faux-leather orange plastic. Can I have a birthday every day? Boopy-doop!”
3 comments:
I want one! Now!
Happy birthday Lily, and my, how I love your new retro art deco armchair throne in faux-leather orange plastic. It's rather splendid and fit for a princess. Which is handy.
Well done Lily! What a lovely throne.
Glad to see you've also overcome gender stereotyping and have taken firm control of not only the best chair, but the remote control for the telly. ;)
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