Norwegian Farmer’s Son…May 7th

May 7th…“DID YOU EVER SNEAK A TREAT FROM YOUR MOTHER’S KITCHEN?”

POEM – “A Cheery Cherry Chiseler” by N. Elliott Noorlun

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A gold mine of goodies for Elliott’s tummy!

I’m the cheery cherry chiseler, A slinking through farm house,

In hopes I’d steal a cherry or two, If quiet as a mouse.

With Ma out feeding chickens, And Pa out in the field,

T’was time for a spy, This little guy, To see what frig would yield.

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Elliott was a midget “James Bond” ๐Ÿ˜‰

Just like “James Bond, I’d check to see, Of when “the coast was clear”,

If Mom or any family, Was close enough to hear,

Me sleuthing through the kitchen, White “vault” just full of stash,

Those Maraschino Cherries, On my taste buds I would mash!

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Ruby red delights!

Once found, I’d sample two or three,

Round orbs of red delight,

Then with a wink, Screw on the lid,

And dash clear out of sight.

Mom must’ve wondered, At baking time,

How cherries were close to none,

They’d happily stolen, Into the gut,

Of her Norwegian Farmer’s Son!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Elliott, the Cheery Cherry Chiseler!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

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