#Fowc #Lackluster
The baker looked at his apprentice
and gave him words worth sixpence
for a pie coming out of the oven
it wasn’t much of an effort
the pastry was set like stone
the fruit was mushy and runny
feast fit for a king ?
Hardly
so he left it on the window sill
for the hardiest of blackbirds to have their fill
The Inkwell 
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