What do I make with the fruit I’ve picked?

Well, to be honest, it’s not really hard to predict!

Grab some vanilla, and poach those pears,

No other way to cook them quite compares!

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Photo: Veronica Sheather 

This splendid and very delicious cake,

Is one that Brett & Bailey bake,

Amongst the other delights they make,

And sell at Crystal Palace Market.

So, in need of something for Valentine?

That’s visually stunning and tastes divine?

Go to Brett & Bailey, that’s where I get mine,

Down Crystal Palace Food Market!

Laura & Karen, founders, that dynamic pair,

Are on hand to meet and greet you there,

And promote products like this, beyond compare,

At Crystal Palace Food Market.

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Photo: Brett & Bailey

I was given an orchard

By my grandmother,

A keen gardener,

Who encouraged me to be one too.

I loved the anticipation,

The excitement,

Of seeing blossom-laden trees

Become a supply of beautiful pears.

I still hand-pick them,

Because they bruise so readily,

And I always marvel at 

Their voluptuousness,

Both colour and shape,

And the sun bloom on their skin.

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Photo: Veronica Sheather 

Still,

Silent, 

Curious,

An albino dog

Is adorned,

And coloured a little,

When a butterfly 

Alights on its paws.

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Today I fancied a delicious meat  pie,

So I considered the ingredients to specify, 

And I came up with a darned cool recipe,

That would satisfy science and satisfy me!

No prizes for guessing what or why,

I invented that staple a case of Pi(e)! 

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Chocolate and chilli,

A double hit,

Of aphrodisiacs,

Nothing quite like it!

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Photo: Veronica Sheather

Mummy and I went to the park today,

She let me off the lead, so I could play!

And play I did with a dude called Beau,

We raced and chased, I loved it so!

Mama throws balls, I bring them back,

I’d make a darned good quarterback,

‘Cause I’m super good at carrying a ball,

And hang on to it with no trouble at all! 

We flew around for about an hour,

And ran and sniffed with all our power!

Now I’m back in the car, because it’s time to go,

But what’s mummy doing, I want to know! 

© Caro Ness 2016 

 

Sweden gave us the duvet,

Conran bought it to the UK,

Now I can’t live without one, 

It’s needed, it’s safe to say!

I love the snuggling under,

It’s a thing of joy and wonder,

When the cat is afraid of thunder,

It makes her feel it’s all OK.

I love the tartan cover,

Each night it’s a “rediscover”

And I know it pleases my lover,

And that is NOT a lame cliche!

© Caro Ness 2016 

 

A pan of wine warming on the stove,

A scattering of spices to add interest,

Flavour,

Kick.

Some, instantly recognisable,

Some, a secret well-guarded,

And rightly so.

Heat,

Simmer,

And allow the scent

Of Winter,

To permeate the house.

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There was a beautiful garden

Hidden behind the wall

With delicious specimen trees

And if I pressed my face against the iron gate

I could breathe in the perfumes

Of the plants

Some loving hand

Had planted there.

© Caro Ness 2016