#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 ?


so he left it on the window sill

for the hardiest of blackbirds to have their fill

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