.2. Tripe &Apple Pies Poem by David Threadgold

.2. Tripe &Apple Pies



Young Ernie Addlestones orchard
Grew apples till they became ripe
Picked by the family for Granma
Who made apple pies using Tripe

For years they all followed tradition
When Grandma passed tripe was forgotten
It pleased Ernie Addlestones family
Now their pies didn’t taste half as rotten


© 2008 David Threadgold
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