I’ve been on the slop. Making Chutney.
I’ve been at the Squirters. Bothering them. I picked many and they all went into the pot.
I did a few things and they turned into chutney.
The chutney went into the pots. The pots went into the fridge.
The chutney goes into cheese sandwiches . The tall man that lives here will take them to work on a bike . The tall man will eat them all up.
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There were Long Lurkers in the pot. Onions red and white. A garden apple , a celery stick and a scuttle of pickling herbs. Some sugar some spice and a tinkle of corriander. And a mighty tipping of vinegar white. A snip of salt and a tootle of ginger.
And so it all added up. It slurbled and glooked until globby fine.
And now Summer lives in a jar.