Golden Gooseberries

THE GOOSEBERRY GARDEN
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com
asks us for an alliterative verse


I have been inspired by the picture of gooseberries on the above blog page.
Ripe ones were a feature of my childhood. 
The hairy sort do not grow in Australia and I miss them.
Hence my alliterative poem.

GOLDEN GOOSEBERRIES


The golden gooseberries hung in splendour,

On my grandfather's garden fence.

Tantalising in fine fulfilment;

Round and illegally immense.

Illegal because the garden grower

Fiercely forbade our tender touch;

Gooseberries were for jams and jellies;

Dessert delights we loved so much.

But how they gleamed and glowed rotundly

Globular, golden, mouthwatering too.

We children chose to ogle odd ones,

Till growling Grandpa came in view.

Green gooseberries had a very sour taste,

Ripe red ones were always past their best.

The golden gooseberries! Pure perfection!
We'd steal one and leave the rest.
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RED ROUTE

So much to admire in this cover!

For one thing it's sizzling red!

Red is excitingly vivid......

Makes you want to leap straight out of bed

And go on a thrilling adventure,

To places a long way away,

Stopping a while on the journey,

When locations invite you to stay.

The dotted-line road is so wayward;

It even coils right off the map,

While the little red car that you're driving

Is aiming to land in your lap!

We notice the folds in the paper,

Which give it an authentic touch,

Like a map that you keep in your glove-box,

A map that gets folded too much.

The work of a clever designer,

This cover does all that it  should

To entice us inside to discover

If the content is equally good.

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