I’m struggling with the dreaded block at the moment, so any chance to pen some verse has to be jumped at. I left it very late to start it, but here’s the resulting ditty. It’s knobbly and imperfect, just like my veg., but still went down fairly well with those present, unlike my…
Brookfield Lane Allotment Show
20th. of August, and I have to go.
It’s time for Brookfield Lane Allotment Show.
We plot holders gathered here at St. Paul’s,
this morning brought entries and set out our stalls
to display this year’s produce and show our prowess.
(Who the winners will be isn’t too hard to guess).
Courgettes, beans, carrots, the perfect sweet pea:
I’m just taking part. It’s clearly not me!
Jellies and jams, maybe in with a shout,
but participation is what it’s about.
Those cakes! They’re to die for. Bring on the auction.
My sweet tooth says, “Buy me at least one concoction”.
But before we get round to making our bids,
the judge reads the winners, grown-ups and kids
and finishing off with a quiz and a raffle.
(It’s a bottle of wine I’m hoping to snaffle)
Then one final highlight to round off the Show:
Pat’s famous hot pie of meat and potato.
Jane, Mick and Graham, Bob, Casey and John:
a big thanks to you all! Another year gone!