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.