Tea and Cake
The local bubble assembled.
Aware of the risks they could take. None hesitated, none trembled. Ventured all for the Tea and the Cake.
The meeting was called to order.
To check attendees were awake. Dragged back from dreamland’s border, Meditating on Tea and on Cake.
The motion proposed was profound,
And dealt with the issues at stake, With arguments perfectly sound, “It’s time now for Tea and for Cake.”
Brave little sun, do longer days
Fill your heart with joy? To gather up the sunshine’s rays Your blooms, you do deploy.
The world, its path and its incline,
Summer days stretch out. You care not how planets align Or how they swirl about.
You only care that warmth and light
Give all that you need. A gentle rain, the bees in flight. To grow, to flower, to seed.
Wild Rose in the Hedge
Amongst the wild entrammelled hedge,
To show your blooms the sun you pledge.
So petal-soft and fragrance mild,
None would believe a wasteland child
Yet under all soft grace and style,
Unseen amongst green leafy guile.
Those whose fingers tempt The Norns,
Will find a stem of sharpest thorns.
Bumble Bee In Foxglove
Either the purple or the white?
I do so want to get this right.
And find the one that’s really me,
The one that suits me to a tee!
Tell me which you think is best
Until I’m sure I just can’t rest.
The purple now, I’m sure is wrong,
The jacket sleeves are far too long.
That leaves me now with just the white.
But, does it really fit me quite?
Come now ignorance is not bliss.
Does my bum look big in this?
My first is in stalk and also in stem.
My second is me, not you, him or them. My third is in toil but never in work. My fourth is in thrive but never in shirk. My fifth is in eels but just not in fish. My sixth is in rhubarb, a succulent dish. My seventh’s in wanting but never in need. My eighth and my ninth are common in deed. My tenth is in dirt and also in dust. Follow this rhyme, then guess it you must. Just look at the picture, the leaves are the clue, I’ve made it as simple as I can for you.