Paul Hollywood’s Chestnuts

 The seller sang The Christmas Song,

rustling up the blackened beauties

in paper bags, thrusting them to us.

'That’s two quid, mate.'

Within the wrapped-up crowd I peeled;

I tasted. I offered up the bag.

‘Mary,' I said,

'I'm not sure about the bake.’

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