
Strawberries Red, sit in their patch of Green,
trying to hide in the spaces between.
But it is well known, that they will be found,
by the army of pickers in the fields on the ground
With leaves of Green, and fruit deep Red,
They sit there in their warm flowery bed.
Soon heading for jam in the village cream tea
with cream from the cow in th’next field named Daisy
Choosing these fellows you have to be quick!
Small Strawberries often avoid the pick
Only attracting the butterfly’s eye
as larger strawberries get picked going by.
Some are sent out
to where tennis is played,
and alongside the champers’ the berries are laid.
Out in Green punnets, and eaten by those,
Watching the championship highs and their lows
Or they’re sent off by tractors,
to the farmers shed.
Where the workers make ice-cream,
these berries are led.
“Come find us!”, they laughed,
they were teasing..
but now they reside
in a place that is freezing!
Note : Somebody must have liked this : It’s appeared on another website (nice of them to ask….only they didn’t)
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Any wordpressers of Canada on here? CDSBoutique appear to be using the above material without my permission….
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somehow your words are tastier than the food they describe. but I do love strawberries. and fish and chips and hot chocolate. ha! I now say taking a biscuit for a paddle when ever the opportunity arises
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I feel like papa bear after Goldilocks has rifled through the three bears house (ha ha) – who’s been eating MY porridge? (hee hee!)
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