Bristle BBQ

Being strange and eating from the garden’s what I do,

Baking pies with apples in is a past-time too,

But offer me an Apple Mac and I’ll

Break the thing in two.

Bring me

Brambles, bring me


Bring me stinging nettles, thistles,

Bring them all to my

Back yard and we’ll have ourselves a


Buy yourself a tube of sweets

Be sure to buy some for me

Be sure because you’ll not get any

Bristle pie for tea.


The End

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