On the Eighth Day of Christmas

…My True Love Gave to Me

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Lancelot: Honey, is there any room in the icebox?

Judith: Room for what, dear?
Lancelot: Fruit, sweetie, I got fruit.

Judith: And it’s not even from the discount bin! It looks delicious dear.

Lancelot: Happy New Year, my sweet.
Judith: And you. Now, can I peel you a grape?

Meanwhile down at the Trailer Park

Joodles: Where in the name of Father Time did this gynormous fruit come from?
Lannie: Down at the experimental farm. Genetically modified it said.

Joodles: No more I says. Tis the new year. We should make a resolution to stop getting more stuff.
Lannie: Sure we can freeze some and you can bottle some. Maybe make us some pineapple grunt.
Joodles: You come down here an’ I’ll give you pineapple grunt. Nutting but a make work project, all dat fruit. I swear, I’m gonna hide your wallet til the Christmas sales are over.
Lannie: An’ a Happy New Year to you too!!

On the Eighth Say of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Eight Fresh Fruits (GMO and otherwise)

© Judy Parsons 2017

Lance – An’ a Happy New Year to you too!!
Judy – Thanks for the good wishes and for your patience!!

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