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Lackluster

#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

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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