As I was, yet again, going to Saint Ives – rhymes with leaves.

As I was,

yet again,

going to St. Ives,

I saw a man

collecting leaves,

he said he had

most every leaf,

that ever there was,

I showed disbelief,

until he showed me his collection;

‘At least’, he said,

‘A select selection.’

I was amazed

by what I’d seen,

a leaf of brown,

and one of green,

he said he kept the rest at home,

and topped them up

when he did roam.

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