Oh, well, in for a penny ...
Apple-blossom time
I had an apple for my lunch,
A Cox’s Orange Pippin.
I ate the core, the pips and all,
But then it gave me gyp in
My stomach. It went on for days;
I thought I’d better nip in
To see my doctor. “Hmm”, he said
“I think I’ll have to slip in
A probe to see what’s going on.”
He checked my large intestine:
An apple tree was growing there
That birds had built their nest in.
He put a chainsaw on the probe,
And then he pushed the rest in,
But nothing could dislodge the tree
The sparrows now had messed in.
He sent me home; what else to do,
He really didn’t know.
The tree broke out, I feared the worst -
Yet I’m still here, and so
I’m waiting patiently for Spring,
And blossom white as snow,
Because I’m hoping that I’ll win
The Chelsea Flower Show.
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