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[aid] => mick
[title] => The gooseberry that bit back
[time] => 2012-05-03 15:34:11
[hometext] => On a walk the other day and passed a familiar old orchard ...... with a slight hint of guilt.
[bodytext] => * * * * By an orchard of plenty, a paradise found, there's song in the treetops and guile on the ground. As a chaffinch composes his summer refrain three urchins are plotting skulduggery again. There's apples and goosegogs and pears in their prime so they're thinking that sampling is surely no crime; they've been here before so they know how it lies, move stealthy, keep hidden from furious eyes. They sneak on their bellies, they know all the tricks, they've seen John Wayne war movies down at the flicks. Two by the gooseberries, one up the tree leaping the boughs like a demented flea. Full pockets of goosegogs and apples galore when the watchman appears and lets out a roar; screaming blue murder and threatening harm. Scares the gooseberry sneak-thiefs into alarm. Over the hedgerows to freedom they flee leaving their number three high on a tree. He's quiet and still, just waiting for death and mumbling 'Hail Marys' under his breath. The bogeyman growls, not knowing there's three; looks up, but doesn't see Fear in the tree. He returns to his den as his animus wanes and the tree urchin's off with his ill-gotten gains. ''What an adventure and what an escape!'' agreed the three scallywags after their scrape. But unknown to them, their victory feast would grip their digestion and groan for release. * * * * [comments] => 5 [counter] => 280 [topic] => 7 [informant] => spud [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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