The farmer would stop
We all piled in his lorry
And when it got full
He said no more so sorry
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I enjoyed your rhyme very much. I could imagine you in the field all worn out and bedraggled running up and down rather out of breath. Good poem.
My friend and I went fruit picking when we were teenagers, a similar story to yours, I think we earned 12/6 lol but to us it was a fortune, a well told story David, thanks for the memories,10 Lynda xx
Pea pulling never heard of that before, all that fresh air and good weather ( when we used to have good weather) did you good, Lynda and her 12/6 whats that in real money lol... Andy 10