THE BOGEY HOLE
The name sounds very ominous,
Though it's innocent I've been told,
But a Bogeyman was a character
In fairy tales of old.
And a certain military Bogeyman
And a certain military Bogeyman
Is associated with this scene,
A man in charge of Newcastle
Who was very cruel and mean.
One day he decided
That he needed a private pool
And his method of attaining it
Was typically cruel.
He lined up poor oppressed convicts,
Each one behind another
And made them beat the one in front
Brother scourging brother.
I hope he enjoyed his morning swims!
Morisset was his name.
Fancy being remembered
For such an act of shame!
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GOLDEN GOOSEBERRIES
(Watch out for alliteration!)
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.
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