Monday 17 December 2012

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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