The Party Favor

Each guest got one, but mine is best, I gloat.

It’s nice – a nifty, novel prize I note.


It’s bright, quite loud, festive, and fun-filled;

Here some festooned features, and there some frills

And when you blow on it, it shrieks and shrills.


Full of panache, and painted-paper-packed,

So when I flung it, coiled confetti cracked.


And I’m not really sure quite what it is,

But I like to watch it whistle and whiz.

The End

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