Farmers Markets Matter

Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city. No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng A musky busker hums, strums and sings their husky song... Familiar faces..fayre made with care..displayed with flair to share.. Tip top one stop shop..rare.. hallowed not fallowed places. Grab a seat...have a natter..nab a moreish treat..baffled by the seasonal snaffle raffle.. Becalming as disarming stallholders flatter with charming chatter.. No need to scatter whatever the weather..for once it doesn't matter. Feast your eyes...on the fruit, veggies, flowers and pies...a treasure trove.. We loyally royally rove..Dunedin’s own homegrown orchard grove. Hordes..maraud..applaud the smorgasbord hoard.. Toasts to our harbingers & hosts bucolic boasts... Our locavore lair...after dawn duty on a Saturday morn.. There to share..our adored victual ritual.. Rootling & pootling...epicurean sights..sybaritic delights… Pushing greedy needy…gourmands & gluttons’ buttons.. Fossicking..their weekly home from home outing.. Gastronomes roam.. pouting swag bags sprouting.. Never snooty....just rollicking & frolicking.. Touting this tutti fruity booty of beauty..