‘ot out here.
#quadrille.
Cider maker passes away,
Apple rapture, in summer’s heat.
“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”
Derelict orchard, bramble invested,
Once cared for and loved.
“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”
Apple tree blossoms swirl,
Non pollinated and sterile.
“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”
© 04/05/2026 rog leach

here we are again at the blooming brill quadrille evening. thanks @#dversepoetrypub for inventing such a fun form.



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