The cherry grew
\nit was bound to suit
\nFrom one small stone
\nIt produced a root
\nA branch a bough
\nAnd blossom too
\nThat filled our garden
\nWith scent which drew
\nA frog then seen
\nTo leap below
\nTelling his story
\nAs he did go
\nOf the Maine coon cat
\nWho came to call
\nHaving left the Princess
\nWhere for all<\/p>\n
A child at heart
\nWrote prose they say
\nAnd played upon a lute
\nAway
\nWith the faeries
\nHer mother did exclaim
\nAnd suffer none
\nAnd never blame<\/p>\n
The blossoms scent
\nWas more than sweet
\nA delicate pink beneath
\nOur feet
\nThe cherries ripe
\nWere crimson they
\nWere big and shiny
\nMore so each day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The cherry grew it was bound to suit From one small stone It produced a root A branch a bough And blossom too That filled our garden With scent which drew A frog then seen To leap below Telling his … Continue reading