Strawberry, plump king, sunned
to sleep, dreams red juice.
Raspberry, his tumble-jester, bounces
through court, delicately free. Fat-faced
Blueberry mumbles complaint, the best
purple advice. Bramble works the fields,
setting with tangle and tang
the limits of neat. Cranberry
sucks its mouth and cleans on, firm
in kitchen and home, while Huckleberry,
too sweet for some, plays
all summer long. Autumn looks
to winter, and weeps sour
the unpicked Gooseberry, a fool
her only hope!
Hat tip to Rupert for the culinary suggestion. You, sir, are a darling!
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