“Oh, no! They’re going to pick us! I knew it! I knew it! Oh no!” trumpeted a daffodil sprouted near the edge of a meadow positively yellow with daffodil blooms. “Who cares?” sniffed a neighboring daffodil, head held high while the meadow all around swayed in floral panic. “Get picked. Don’t get picked. It’s all […]
this is a poem all about lambs and how they resemble not at all clams clams are not woolly and legs have they none a clam in a meadow does not romp and run a clam does not bleat, never says ‘baaa’ if you think clams are lambs, in you there’s a flaw
A maze of gentle hedges surrounds the Elf Queen’s Glade. I wander for days to solve it. I’m trapped, but unafraid. Finally, yes, I step through. She sits there on her throne. ‘I’ve been waiting,’ she says. ‘Come closer. My, how you have grown.’ ‘What’s that?’ I gasp. ‘Do you dare confirm what I’ve believed […]
“Are you one of those quinces we’ve been hearing rumors about?” said one of the avocados pleasantly, just to be polite, just to make the newcomer feel welcome. “What’s it to you?” was the quince’s rude reply. “Is that your skin or did somebody green vomit on you?” “Well, I never!” uttered the avocado, stunned […]
