LOVE-APPLES.
‘ Love-apples must be ripe, I know,' Said Uncle Valentine One sultry Monday, long ago, When 1 was only nine. * I’ll bring you some to-night,’ said he. ‘ They’re pretty things, as you’ll agree.’ He told me they were just like those Great-grandma used to grow ; Beside her phlox and damask rose They made a goodly show ; And many wondering friends had she Who came to view her fairy-tree. I thought I’d bring Louise and May, And all the girls I knew, And show these curious things, the way Great grandma used to do. * Love apples,’ I would tell them. ‘ See What beauties uncle brought for me.’ But oh, my Uncle Valentine Is very fond of jokes ; And so I found this promise fine Was more than half a hoax. Love-apples ! Who’d have tbo’t they’d be Just plain tomatoes ? Dreary me ! E.S.B.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 48, 26 November 1892, Page 1181
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