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Ripe red cherries so sweet and juicy
I spit the stones past sister Lucie
One stone hits her near her eye
Oops I’ve made poor Lucie cry
Lucie yelps she makes such a fuss
(You’d think she’d been hit by a bus)
Mum whacks my bum, I turn bright red
and then she sends me off to bed!
Inspired after halving cherries to go on my cereal ... NB the BEST way to remove the stones is using your fingernails!!!
I've just discovered they hold cherry pit spitting contests in some places ... guess I need to practice (not) lol
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