Last Supper????

Ok, so after taking my wounded vehicle in for a makeover, I head home in 3000 degree
weather, no air conditioning!
But we're going out for supper, pick up Irene, off we go. Good supper, then great dessert-
except after we eat it, cook comes out (this is Barriere) and tells us she picked the berries
today, she thinks they are plums.
When we leave we stop by the tree, Irene and Jerry know their berries-these don't look
like any plum they had ever seen. Grapes, cherries-no idea.
Come to think of it, didn't taste like plums.

so in parting

Now we lay us down to sleep
We pray the Lord our souls to keep
If we should die before we wake...
Those berries must now take the cake.
They were great, in taste and smell
Tho their origin, we cannot tell
The cook insisted they were plumbs
But, tho country fold, we ain't that dumb
So relief will be when we can pass
and pass those berries out our ass.