Fall in Green - Whose Apple Thou Art

In Greenwood, studded with crab and perry
Out of tempest mind tumbled Caliban
So say yeomen of sixteenth century
Bring thee where the crabs grow, said the madman

Drinking proverbial acidity
Gossip's Bowl was spice sipped by Bidford folk
In restaurants of ancient forestry
Acid draughts intoxicate shallow jokes

But three crabbed months had soured themselves to death
He'll never have Miranda, they concurred
The Bidford souls muttered under their breath
Goddess and a madman? with spoon they stirred

Whose apple thou art, gem grown from deep root?
Yours, but I will never bear sweet fruit

Written by:
Deborah Edgeley, Mark Sheeky

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