Three Weeks
"Strawberries again!" the Mom cheerfully cried,
"It's a savoury cabbage and strawberry pie.
And if you're still hungry, there's left-overs too,
Plenty of yesterday's strawberry stew,
Some strawberry hot-pot and berry cheese bake,
Also, for dessert we've got strawberry cake.
I'm afraid today's berries are just past their peak.
What a pity the season is only three weeks."
"Strawberries again," the poor family thought,
"We've eaten them cold and we've eaten them hot.
It's been nothing but berries for twenty-one days,
All served in amazingly horrible ways.
We come to the table more dead than alive,
Our faces and necks are all covered in hives,
And the only thing that brings a smile to our cheeks,
Is the thought that the season lasts only three weeks."