May 4, 2012

 

 

Yesterday a large mushroom

Appeared on their chair

It looked all forlorn

Just sitting there.

 

It was delivered by their neighbour,

A funghi to know.

He knows the difference between toadstools

And other things that grow.

 

It’s many a year since

These presents first appeared

They were younger then

Alarmed and somewhat feared!

 

 They knew he picked them for his wife

A pretty lady with much class,

He fried them up with bacon

To give to his bonny lass.

 

 So they watched and waited

And kept the mushrooms for a day.

Then peeped over the fence

To make sure the folks were OK.

 

They must have had their mushrooms

At breakfast, they knew.

And they still appeared cheerful

As good neighbours do.

 

 So with their worries over

They felt it was fine

To fry them with garlic,

Olive oil and red wine.

 

This season has been plentiful

With mushrooms by the score

One mushroom in particular

Was bigger than their door

 

So it is with many thanks

They say ‘Please bring them when you can’

Now their caring, generous neighbour

Is known as ‘The Mushroom Man’

 

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