I will return early January.
Although no doubt this Queensland lad
Was a larrikin through and through
He really couldn’t be called bad
Though he was often in the poo:
Minor misdeeds you’d have to say,
None violent or disturbed the peace –
More reckless, such as on his way
Home bound from detention release.
Passed an old house, classic design,
Stilted with louvred verandah –
Out front four mango trees in line
Plus of course, a jacaranda.
He’d noticed this not far from school
When mangoes began to ripen;
And though he managed to stay cool,
Each day his taste buds would tighten.
A gap in the fence found near where
One fruit laden branch hung so low
Was just too tempting - he would dare
To take a fruit and quickly go.
Heavily ripe with rich red hue
The fruit warm and firm as detached;
Goal accomplished and he was through,
Ready for home with mango snatched.
Now for retreat, soon for a bite….
Then louvre rattle – “Ere, what’s this?
Knock off my mangoes? That’s not right!”
(Not again; here’s one more crisis).
But a change - a gleam in the eye:
“Go round the back, pick up a sack -
Fill it up full – glad you came by;
There’ll be more – make sure you come back.
I need a hand, a bright young lad;
You clear them trees and don’t be slack.
The noise and smell fair drive me mad
When them flying foxes attack!”
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Queensland is in the North East corner of Australia. Not hard to find; we don't have many States, unlike..... A large lump is situated within the tropics. I did my adolescence there. Update (2022) We (some) don't view these animals as a nuisance anymore (although there will always be recalcitrants)
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Super write Dave, I'll share the mangoes if you want next time your in the UK.
Andy
Thanks Andy - I..don''t...actually..like..mangoes..now..... Tropical North Q was my adolescence. I'm of slightly more mature vintage now.......
Dave
Excellent and I can just taste those wonderful mangos!
Oh thank you Goddess - but what possessed you to come down to earth for a mere mango.....?
Well as a goddess of the mist, I spend much time lingering around on earth, so...(plus I love mango)!
Then you are on your own, but you better get your top grade density mist over those trees quickly before either the Qld lad or the flying f\'s turn up - Qld mangoes are in season and fully ripe right NOW.
Loved this one Dave, it reminded me of a mango tree I have in the back yard and every year the squirrels get to them before anyone else can. A fun read my friend.
Thanks Soren - many moons ago now, but I can still smell the mangos.
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