Do you like my new poems about the garden in Suffolk?

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Appeasement





There’s a patch in the corner of my garden


Filled with carrots and turnips and rutabaga


Underground goodies, row after row


All planted there for my little blue mole…





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Mole’ Sauce





Who dug all these holes


That little blue mole


She’s busy at my bulbs, I see


The Crocuses are yummy


Tulips fill her tummy


Daffodils, Peonies, Begonias


Gooder than cheese and bologna


Dahlias are oniony, she cries


Hyacinths and Hostas are quite mild


Iris and Lily, they all make her silly


Caladiums, they just drive her wild





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Do you like my new poems about the garden in Suffolk?
Good job you never mentioned the foxgloves but am partial to white flowered nettles.


I am still flattened from earlier do you want me to throw you some roses you theatrical drama Queen you.


I just have to lie her a bit longer and dream of bobbles of purple Allium, until impatiens gets the better of me Peonie who is waiting to ride me off into the sunset until I'm Begonia.
Reply:Love them!
Reply:Nice work..
Reply:no
Reply:very good you get a star.
Reply:Carfrees.......... Strong words.......softly spoken!


Eloquently built!~


She will be charmed!!!
Reply:Shite. Pure Shite.
Reply:LOL...





Don't serenade the Suffolk mole


Or you'll get a visit from the bucktoothed troll


His pointy head will pierce you through


If on the blue one you try to lay the woo.





Hope this helped,


Keep writing


...Sir.
Reply:When Moley told me she liked flowers, I didn't realize she LIKED flowers. She's eatin' 'em?!?! Omg, I gotta call FedEx and cancel that shipment of live daffodils to Moley as a Christmas present. I had no idea she'd be eating them. Poor little daffies.
Reply:Despite the fact that this has nothing to do with Suffolk... moles aren't blue... they're rodents. People don't plant flowers so the moles can eat them.
Reply:yeah.
Reply:I see ol' TD is feeling very frondly to our resident Mole as he tries to plant one on us by cultivating his sense of wit with his fertile imagination. What else will crop up? Green Acres is the place to be, but I get allergic smelling hay.
Reply:If they're meant for a child audience then you're set. If not, uh....