Long Boysenberry Poems
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Beauti-licous boy -
brawny, blushing blackberry -
Banquet for big bites!
Bare yourself; bedevil me.
Be bad, Boy, and make me beg.
Rare raspberry rogue -
recipe I can’t resist;
revelry’s repast!
Rattle me. . . Then ravish me.
Rambunctious rascal. . . . No regrets!
Gentlemanly grape -
Berry that grows gracefully -
Good for the gourmet!
Generous, gallant, gentile.
Gaze on me, and go. . . . .slowly.
My sweet seducer,
I savor strawberry scent
sinful. . . sensuous.
Shiver me beneath silk sheets.
As you saunter off, I’ll sigh.
Bodacious berries -
from blue to boysenberry;
from bashful to bold,
and from breakfast to bed time. . .
Bountiful berries bring bliss.
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As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the booze
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
Pirate boy stopped by one day to try out three of my teas
He especially like the ones that ended with some sort of berries
boysenberry, cherry, and raspberry he took with him to the seven seas
his parrot was fond of our pastries, and used the magic word, please.
So, we sent him with a tin of our best chocolate chip cookies.
We read of their adventures, and could almost feel the sea breeze.
Pirate boy and parrot sent us a missive from the Isle of Carpi.
Alas, they told us, we are down to one single cooky.
That day I had to forgo school, I guess played hooky.
For I wanted to send them cookies, biscuits and a scone.
Because I could tell they were sorry they had ever left home.
They sent us a marvelous thank you note in the form of a poem
Just havin some fun here to the melody of a song written in 1945 called Frim Fram Sauce, made famous by Nat King Cole and many others.
You gottcha Black Bottom Cheesecake,
Meat pie that Mom makes
and sure to satisfy -
you gotcha freshed picked Apple
and cinnamon spice
with some icecream on the side.
If Boysenberry don't getcha droolin'
or a Shepard's pie steamin' hot,
maybe Coconut Cream or Mississippi Mud
or a crust topped Chicken Pot.
Now, if Boston or Banana Cream don't do it,
then Blueberry's gotta hit the spot
and don't forget Key Lime or Lemon Meringue
with a dab of whipped cream on top,
or lip snakin' pies like Peach and Peacan
or Pumpkin or Pizza - help me. I can't stop!
I woke from my dream and did some braggin'
as I looked my wife in the eye.
Then the last dessert I ever ate
was a large piece of Humble Pie!