Sunday, September 19, 2010

In Which My Harvest Incurs Merriment

A bifurcation 'twixt us has been found:
As we traversed the traffic islands, I
Did something that elicited a sound
From Paul I'd call a gasp of shock, caused by
My plucking from a tree some traffic fruit --
A mere crabapple, which I ate. I smiled --
I love them so, and it was fresh, to boot!
'Twas yesterday that happened. Now, beguiled
By this so-shocking tale, my Pete and Paul
Amuse themselves exchanging recipes
(Or concepts therefor); and that book we'd call
A Traffic Fruit Compendium. With ease
Comes traffic jam and traffic fruit tarts, and
We'd better stop; it's getting out of hand.

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