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I've just invented a flying machine;It's silver and gold and three shades of green.
Sugarcake!Sugarcake!Ah chile sweetie tinga Trini granny could mek:
The biggest berries are in the centreof a tunnel of thorny bushes.A shark gaping wide,promising not to nip.
A little bit of rice,a little bit of pea,on my platefor my tea.
A little bit of jam,a little bit of toast,in the morningswhen I love it most.
Don't be so glum,plum.
Don't feel beaten.
You were made to be eaten.
But don't you knowthat deep within,beneath your juicy fleshand flimsy skin,
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.Count out three. These represent the lakesthat nestle inside countries, all the snaking rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.
There’s something of the rich tea biscuits dipped
in a sugary brew,
From the inside it warms you up.
Something of the feeling ever so welcome
When Dylan’s mom says,
One day, the Demon Mouth came to the door.
They wouldn't let it in
(would you let it in?)
but the Demon Mouth ate the lock.