Ceiriog! : an ode in praise of cherries written on the retirement of HCJ
Ceiriog! That means 'Cherries',
or so I once was told..
I have believed that to be fact
from those days of old.
So let us celebrate the Cherry:
morrello, lambert, bing;
of its red skin and juciy flesh
the poet can but sing.
Cherries are like people,
not that they're round and red,
but that they come in two varities –
some are sweet, some are sour instead.
That's what we're like as people,
we're like Cherries in the pod;
one might be happy and jolly,
the other, a cantancerous sod.
Cherry stone thermal pillows
are very good, or so I've hear tell,
for the younger or older person
who doesn't feel very well.
Some Cherries ripen early;
some Cherries ripen late;
some Cherries are nice at any time,
and Huw, you're in that state.
Let us all now then hail the Cherry,
the greatest fruit upon this earth;
let us also hail the Cherry Valley,
which gave to Huw his birth.
Hail Huw from Cherry Valley
whence the Cherry River runs;
may you remain for long in its cherry orchards
to see the setting of many suns.
All hail the Cherry!
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