Cranberries? Or Sour Grapes
They call it the Cranberry Resort.
The Devil is a liar.
and now for today’s skip rope rhyme.
Craa-a-a-anberry
So-ur grapes
on our anniversary
we got a taste
the phone rang loudly
back in January
the Cranberry resort
was inviting my hubby
up to Collingwood
to experience the luxury
at a very special price
we could get this itinerary
I hate to retort
on this two bit ‘resort’
where they put us in the basement
in a musty encasement
the room had two beds
and sliding doors
the walls were paper thin
and so were the floors
they put us by the arcade
down from the laundromat
told us about a ‘meeting’
and that was that
Me n my hubby
Avoiding the tub-by
We wanted to relax but
the curtain was yucky
They said it was a deal
but we skipped on the meal
They would have served venison
and called it veal
(by this time the kids would be out of breath from skipping – so there’s a switch)
Skip, skip, skip, skip…
at two in morning
there was a banging
someone was locked out
and wouldn’t stop yelling
the box springs were bare
no room service here!
and the open side door
gave us a quite a scare
So early the next day
we packed right away
Skipped that meeting
and were on our way
Craa-a-a-anberry
So-ur grapes
on our anniversary
we got a taste
