foraging as we go


foraging as we go ( a true of a story in a of rhymez-formz )

'twas a february morn

there on our way to the shop

on a bog roll mission

when the dog & i did stop

our noses alerted

oui - a french scent filled the air

allium ursinum

yeah - the garlic of the bear

aye, the first of the year

new leaves barely more than shoots

so i picked it for soup

so then i'll be vampire-proof

then we left londis-bound

so that i can wipe my shite

knowing spring's on its way

knowing things are looking bright

( the end )


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