My grandma toasted crumpets
On a roaring open fire
While granddad with a bale of hay
Went off to feed the shire
His horses were all workers
Not for carriages with trumpets
Granddad filled their nosebags up
Then went back home for crumpets
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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