In Confessions of a Lazy Gardener, I mentioned the abundance of raspberry bushes gone wild in our yard. All of the raspberries are ripening, and it's time to pick them. It's hard to keep up with the picking. although not with the eating. In honor of the lovely raspberry and in the interest of getting to bed early tonight, here are two quickly composed poems. You will perhaps sense that I am a bit overwhelmed with the picking and a bit too tired to worry about the quality of my poems.
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Raspberry haiku
Lots of raspberries
Ripe, juicy and delicious
Picking and eating
Raspberry limerick
Many raspberries ready to pick
How to get them all? That is the trick.
Morning, night or noon
Still more to pick soon
Yet to eat them is yummy, not ick.
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