Hark! there's a pecker in the bush.

by mephtu

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Hark! there’s a pecker in the bush.
He’s stuck.
Such luck,
to be in need of a helpful push.

Struggle, friend, be free.
At last,
you’ll cast,
your bile in that loathsome tree.

You writhe and you squirm.
Just then,
and when,
the briar holds you firm.

It grips you tighter and faster.
You choke;
you croak.
The bramble is your master.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Hark! there's a pecker in the bush.

    XxjerseyxgirlxX's Buddy Icon XxjerseyxgirlxX

    Posted 2 months ago

    I like the Hark in the title. Nice poem.

  2. Hark! there's a pecker in the bush.

    BARomero's Buddy Icon BARomero

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I’m quite partial to the double entendre at work here. This was great fun to read!

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