Pray supporters, gather 'round,A tale of cans and sea abound.Patience tested, a year gone by,But now, the news, let spirits fly.On January's eve, the campaign ceased,Orders confirmed, excitement increased.Funds flowed like the tide, to the supplier's shore,A retort awaited, a promise to explore.March arrived, inspections commenced,Cannery dreams, a journey commenced.Conditional approvals, hurdles to clear,HACCP, training, the path was clear.July's festival, a grand debut,Canned Rock Oysters, a salty view.August saw full approval's light,Harvesting mussels, a maritime delight.Native Oysters and Queen Scallop's call,Product development, testing for all.October's challenge, a technical feat,Failed probe resolved, cans ready to meet.Falmouth Oyster Weekend, a grand display,Canned Native Oysters, launched that day.November's gathering, shellfish in store,Crew on board, ready for more.A hiccup in December, a faulty part's dismay,Manufacturer's woe, a game to play.January brought proposals and talk,A new retort sent, on a ship it walked.February 8th, the new machine in sight,A year and a day, but now, all is right.Fully equipped, wisdom gained,A moment of triumph, success unchained.Crew returns, shellfish to gather,Validation awaits, a task to anchor.March approaches, the end of the season,Cans in production, a triumphant reason.And now, with pride, let it be known,Canned Cornish Oysters and Mussels have grown.To the Taste of the West, they set sail,GOLD they earned, in a taste bud's tale!(AnonI)WOW Anon! Thank You !
