Mouldy Poem by Christopher Tye

Mouldy

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Mouldy

Mouldy fruits rotting away on the ground in orchards,
Old crumpets covered in mould,
Unfit to eat now that's for sure,
Life going around in circles,
Decaying food returning to earth,
Yesterday's bread past it in a nice shade of green.

By Christopher Tye

Monday, October 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: food,wastage
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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