Bunches of Grapes

" BUNCHES of grapes," says Timothy;
" Pomegranates pink," says Elaine;
" A junket of cream and a cranberry tart
For me," says Jane.

" Love-in-a-mist," says Timothy;
" Primroses pale," says Elaine;
" A nosegay of pinks and mignonette
For me," says Jane.

" Chariots of gold," says Timothy;
" Silvery wings," says Elaine;
" A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay
For me," says Jane.
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