when shelves are bare,
Old Mother Hubbard…
when bread, butter and eggs
only find themselves
on a politician’s spread,
will we still believe
what the Jedi says?
1/13/2022
Hawthorn leaves,butter and cheese
Kiss-me-quick,tansy salad
Butter and eggs of toad flax,
Crab apple jelly
with rose hips and sloes-
Cider-cup
Flows !
(This is a fictional poem)
I deliver butter and eggs for miles around.
It's great because I deliver to everybody in town.
My butter is always fresh and my eggs have just been laid.
When people don't have any money, I gladly accept trades.
The people only buy from me, they never buy butter and eggs at the stores.
This town is the kind of place where nobody has to lock their doors.
All of the people here know one another.
We're friendly and we are all like brothers.
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