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The Joys of LivingI must go down to the garden, and pick some ready ripe plums, so I can make a pie, out of some old bread crumbs. I'll also pick some damsons as to make a tub of jam. All getting ready, for the birthday of Great Uncle Sam! I'll pick me up some eggs, which I will need for a cake. Then I'll shove it in the oven, as it, takes an hour to bake. I have plenty of fresh salad, all grown, organically then we can sit down to a nice country tea. Home grown tomatoes and fresh spring onions. All fat and round, like Grandma's bunions. The milk's now arrived, it comes, straight from the dairy but Grandma doesn't like the milk, oh! "she can be so contrary! The table, I must lay, with my best cloth of white. Then Grandma says, "no that is not right! She then hands me, a cloth of gingham check. Oh! how I'd like to wring, her interfering neck! It was such a lovely evening, so it was B. B. Q instead. Then when the music starting playing Grandma cleared off to her bed. A light hearted poem written in the memory of Grandma! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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