The Blackberry Bush

I like to scramble through the bramble
bush at the end of my road

I like to pretend I have to defend
against enemy fire: reload

On my knees I crawl, beneath it all,
a six year old, trainee Rambo

A squirrel darts by, perhaps they’re a spy?
Though it’s unclear how one would know

A sparrow’s my lookout, incoming: watch out;
a blackberry barrage rains down

I run for cover, but soon I discover,
purple ooze out of my crown

Panic sets in, might the enemy win:
with blackberries I’ve been shot

Quick! More ammunition, to salvage the mission:
blackberries, conkers the lot

A scuffle ensues, each berry now bruised,
as we move towards half-past three

Mission completed, enemy defeated,
blackberry crumble for tea!