Summer On the Rob Anacreontic

Scrumping, Apples,Pears eat, sat on bridge steps as a train go's by. One two three four five not bad little guy save some for later most unlikely, six then home for your tea walk past the farmhouse. morning Mr farmer. No apples in view. Seventh eat at gate open the back door. hope your starving dear. Ive cooked you a tea. sausage chips and egg washed down with a tea mum asks the question afters my dear its your favourite fruit apple pie, my dear comp entry 07082016