The Bucket

In a bucket, sent this morning, in the post, first class (Sorry to boast), There were a few stars,
Maybe three at the most.
Two cherries,
I don't know why,
Why would I need berries? Make a berry pie?
There was a little chocolate egg,
For if I ever need it,
And a little wooden peg.
A chocolate cake,
Icing smothered on it,
It looked like it took a while to bake.
There were a few Autumn leave,
A brilliant orange,
Blown off the trees by an Autumn breeze.
Thats just some of the things in the bucket that arrived at my door.
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