Goosegog
I have been a gooseberry fool
more times than I care to admit:
When I was green and hiding,
untamed, inside hedgerows –
an amalgam of sour crushed
to a pulp.
Later, tang tempered by soft
cream until easier to palate, and yet
more a fool than ever before.
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