Strawberries and Cream

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Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
But gave in to strawberries and cream.

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Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
And the vicar fell into the cream!

4 thoughts on “Strawberries and Cream”

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you Veronica. I’m delighted you like my poem. I also am extremely fond of strawberries and cream, particularly those freshly picked from the garden. Best wishes. Kevin

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      1. Veronica

        My pleasure! I’ve just picked the last strawberries from the garden, and your words made me nostalgic for the summer, which has faded so briskly.

    2. K Morris Poet Post author

      I’m sure you enjoyed those freshly picked strawberries Veronica. You express yourself so poetically as regards the fading summer. We are now into Keat’s “season of mist and mellow fruitfulness” here in the UK. Best wishes. Kevin

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