Jam-jar mobile homes

For tiddlers as a kid,

I speculated in vain

Whither went the lid

Sweet student summer

Molten and strawberry

Castor candy foundry

Damson, grape, cherry

Blanched fruit in drums

Pectin sugar and colour,

Without which your jam

Would look much duller

Buff overalls crisply caked

Treacly crystallised hair,

Boss boilers wielding...

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carrots, apples spuds and fish
chocolate brownies, a porcelain dish
jeans and jumpers, pots and pans
stockings, bras and ornate fans
paintings of the lacal town
jackets, bags and a dressing gown
onsies that look like Donald duck
sweets to chew and sweets to suck
DVDs and home made jam
vinyl records by bross and wham!
perfume, deodorant, talk and soap

yorkshire parkin and a cantelope
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Apocalypse now...? Jam tomorrow!

That pastor should chill out and mellow.

If it's rapture you're after,

You'd best let me catch yer,

Stark naked, down yon grassy hollow!

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We braved the wasps and nettles,

feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs

and came home

Twice

with bags of dripping berries.

Elicited nods from sweet old ladies

and questions of recipes.

Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.

To see my babies lined up

neatly labelled

little bonnets

crisp.

To see the sun slant through the ruby

and fee...

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