I picked my own,
as the invitation suggested.
Delicious, juicy red fruit,
each one made more luscious
by its illicit, stolen counterpart.

The sign still stood,
a proud sentinel at the gates,
as the diggers moved in.

Pick Your Own!

I picked my own
executive dwelling,
convenient bungalow, two receptions,
conservatory, shower room ensuite.

I picked my own;
Strawberry Meadows,
Strawberry Fields
forever
cast in breeze block.