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Jam-jar mobile homes

For tiddlers as a kid,

I speculated in vain

Whither went the lid


Sweet student summer

Molten and strawberry

Castor candy foundry

Damson, grape, cherry


Blanched fruit in drums

Pectin sugar and colour,

Without which your jam

Would look much duller


Buff overalls crisply caked

Treacly crystallised hair,

Boss boilers wielding long

Thermometers with flair


The bottling department!

Sally stuck on lemon curd,

Her expletives riper than

Any fruit she ever stirred


Boxes full of jam-jar lids

Labels cover every store

Same stuff when bottled

Even if it costs you more


Not all sweet and light

Hygiene made me wince,

Us temps up to all sorts

Not touched jam since

(Coronaverse No 206)



◄ The Pedant

Forgetting Me Suits You ►


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