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ON PICKING BERRIES

I spent some time a-berrying,

This pleasant July morn,

And found myself compary-ing

My run-ins with the thorn.

 

The blueberry ’tis a gentle bush,

Its branches smooth and spineless.

And if you need give them a push,

You’ll get your berries painless.

 

The raspberry, now, ’tis a bit more tough,

Its prickles middling bitchy.

Reach on in for fruit enough,

You’ll wind up tol’rable itchy.

 

The blackberry, tho’s, a vicious cuss,

All hooks and barbs right wicked.

And after all that bloody fuss,

You’ll wonder WHO got pickéd!

 

But snag or scrape or stinging scratch,

I really can’t complain-o.

For when I start to eat my catch,

B’Jove, it’s worth the pain-o!

 

Not Keats, perhaps, but it sums up my thoughts pretty nicely if I do say so myself.

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