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The Joys of Living


I 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!

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