Wrong Choices

MAGPIE TALES
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WRONG CHOICES

It was an evening of wrong choices!
First there was my date.
She really blotted her copybook
By being two hours late!
I'd met her on the Internet,
Where her photo caught my eye.
She turned up with her head half-shaved,
So the photo was a lie.
I'd chosen 'La Gorgonzola'
As a restaurant of repute.
It boasted 'An Intimate Setting'
So I felt that it would suit.
It turned out to be too intimate;
I couldn't have swung a cat!
All the other tables were empty!
I should have smelt a rat!
At first I admired the table-cloth,
With its patterns in burgundy,
The swirly-curly patterns
Looked quite alright to me
Until I saw they were wine stains!
The cloth had started out white!
But many a glass of red wine
Had been spilt on it each night!
I voiced my peeves to the waiter,
Grumbled with might and main,
And, suddenly Ada shouted
'You do nothing but complain!
I expected a pleasant evening
But you are just a drag!'
And out she flounced with a parting shot.....
'I've really lost my rag!'
It was then I saw the lipstick
She'd left on the side of her glass!
Well, that was hardly romantic!
I couldn't let it pass!
'If there's one thing I hate it's your lipstick'
I shouted as she went!
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An evening of wrong choices......
Not the best I've ever spent!
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CRANBERRY BOGS

There's something new at every turn,
Something new I'm glad to learn.
I'd never heard of a Cranberry Bog
Until I began to write a Blog!
I know that well-known Cranberry sauce
Eaten with turkey meals of course,
But I never knew how they were grown!
And, maybe, folks, I'm not alone.
Maybe other people aren't aware
That in Massachusets they're common fare.
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Planted in bogs that are often dry,
The bushes grow till till they're quite high.
Then, when when harvest time comes round
Farmers flood the surrounding ground.
They wade knee deep into the water
And have a sort of cranberry slaughter!
They knock the fruit off left and right!
As it floats it's a wondrous sight.
Blue water suddenly turns deep red;
Not a bog, but a Cranberry Bog instead!
Then they harvest the fruit ! It's easy, very;
They can capture every berry!
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I'm very glad I've got a Blog
For it's taught me about the Cranberry Bog!
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