Ode to Apples and Friends

Lady ‘O’ said to me: Munch, munch, munch
As my little Pinkabelle took crunch
Into her new dwarf apple Leprechaun
One dark and foggy winter’s morn

As we strolled among the apples in a line
Not just the Golden Pippin known as Pine
But another heritage Pine, known as Pitmaston
Knowing they’re not the last bastion

Against the columnar apples munching, err, marching into view
With funny names like Pompink and Pom-for-You
Arms linked with good companion Harmony too

But of course nothing could be sillier
Than gobbling Lady ‘O’ – she’s a Grevillea!



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