far too extreme:
my extra-wide monitor
and longsightedness
© Rachel Green June 2026
Cherries from France
A quarter-pound of cherries
cost me ninety-seven p
Another month and I can eat
the cherries on my tree.
Unless the blackbirds eat them
them I'll have to buy some more
they really are delicious
when I get them to my door.
I spit out all the cherry stones
into a handkerchief
for several grammes of arsenic
await the foolish eating thief
That's only if you bite the stones;
release the almond flavour
better to just swallow them
and choke upon the favour.
I had a friend, a little boy
who ground up all his pits
and baked them into fruit cake
for his father's angry fits.
And when his daddy passed away
the doctor wrote a note:
'He died of natural causes
with a cherry in his throat.’
© Rachel Green June 2026
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