oh, cauliflowers

~

oh, cauliflowers ( srewolfiluac ,ho )

when the dusted speckled hen

spots the rusted lion’s den

when the evening spiral’s fly

spiders weaving in y’ eye

when the tartan garden lark

snarks a bark – & harken – hark

then the piffle pigeons roar

– all the little piglets soar

( author notes )

the picture is some runner beans

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