I was staying in the country with my girlfriend
While
on a walking holiday for a long weekend
We
stopped for a pub lunch at a very quaint spot
When
a commotion arose over the last hot pot
A
village resident said the weekend breakers
Invaded
and were nothing but hoggers and takers
And
she was fed up with the weekend invaders
And
the disturbed peace of her home by outsiders
I
could tell listening to her objections vocally
That
the plum in her mouth wasn’t grown locally
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