Pyracantha Battle.

Goldfinch60



So the battle commenced once again,

The pyracantha needed cutting,

Preparing it for its new Spring life.

So on went the armour

Hoping to protect me from its daggers,

So I started.

A very  large piece needed to come down

So my chainsaw was my weapon of choice,

Down it came,

I had won that battle with no scars

But then I had to cut it up,

Cut it up so I could get it to the tip.

And that’s when the wounds occurred

It got me in the arms,

But worst of all it had become sneaky

And its daggers came through my gloves

And go into my hands.

But eventually I had finished,

Removed my armour,

And revelled in my victory

As the pyracantha looked better,

I had won once again.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 13th, 2024 02:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Well I won the battle once more but not without being wounded. LOL
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. lol.

  • Tom Dylan

    Well done. I could see the battle raging as I was reading. Really enjoyed. Cheers, Tom.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Tom, I will need to go to battle once more later in the year and with any luck I will come out of it undamaged. LOL

      Andy

    • Neville



      I know exactly what you mean and don't them wounds sting .. oh' n one more thing .. its always a good idea to keep both a spare chainsaw handy and a ton of Germolene 🌵👍

      • Goldfinch60

        They certainly do sting Neville.
        Yes I do have two chainsaws to help in the battle but the pyracantha is so sneaky! LOL

        Andy

      • Teddy.15

        LoL 🤣 you should come over to cut my weeds dear Andy. 🌹

        • Goldfinch60

          I am so sorry Teddy but I have enough to do in my garden at the moment. LOL.

          Andy

        • Accidental Poet

          Bless you oh mighty warrior, for you are victorious. May you hoist a beverage of choice in celebration of your victory. 😁👍

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you AP for your congratulations, I did enjoy a fine cup of coffee when I had finished.

            Andy

          • sorenbarrett

            I empathize in that I have been there before and fought that battle with pyracanths and buganvila and know that there is no armor sufficient.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you soren, yes so true they get you no matter what armour you wear.

              Andy

            • Doggerel Dave

              This hasn't impinged upon my current knowledge base, Andy (can't you poem something I know a wee bit about, like your whiskey?) However, Matters Arising: Um...did the py..whotsit really think it looked better...? and wot about it's fruit (info from Google) your external wounds must be a minor issue compared with your indigestion....

              • Goldfinch60

                We each need to learn something new each day Dave. The fruits are eaten by the birds not me.

                Yes I can talk about my whisky (NOT WHISKEY!) a nice glass of Laphroaig can heal many wounds.

                Andy

                • Doggerel Dave

                  I stand corrected, Sir!😃

                  • Goldfinch60

                    🍷🍷🍷

                  • Thomas W Case

                    Great use of the senses.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Thomas.

                      Andy

                    • Jon Nakapalau

                      Nice!

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Thank you Jon.

                        Andy



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