Overnight, the strawberries on the chocolate sponge
had surrendered to a mycelium
and now look like three grey furred mice
so much for saving the cake and
not being greedy
Furry
03 Wednesday Sep 2025
Posted in poem, Poetry, Short Stories
03 Wednesday Sep 2025
Posted in poem, Poetry, Short Stories
The older I get the more I find myself thinking, why put it off? I’ll be remembering the furry strawberries next time I’m considering my options.
Then my work here is done😄
Always a delicate balance, and don’t ever get me started on avocados!
(Rolls eyes!) one minute rock hard then squelch
Oh dear
Tears to the eyes