Friday, September 07, 2012

Poem a Day VII


Le Petit Potager

A row of pots upon the sill:
a little thyme, a touch of dill,
a peppermint, Saint Joseph's wort
or basil, if our names are short,
and anthos fair, called rosmarine,
like misty sea with dewy sheen,
which grows wherever lady rules,
and marjoram both dry and cool
with country kin, oregano,
and sage, and savory, here will grow;
all Lamiaceae, each in place,
with whorls of five like all their race,
or lemon beebrush spiking high
and other cousins growing nigh --
all souvenirs from paradise,
an Eden rich beyond all price.
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L
Larry Bailey
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24 months ago

Thankfully the kid was in a child seat in that van.

T
Troggy
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24 months ago

happy ending

B
bulwinkle
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24 months ago

the wheels on the bus go round and round...

T
theymusthatetesla
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24 months ago

....I'll say it again!....they ALWAYS hit their target!....ALWAYS!

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Htos1av
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24 months ago

When there are BILLIONS, the millions to one odds fall quickly...

G
George Spelvin
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24 months ago

I'm gonna use that and claim it as my own.

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Harold Flax
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24 months ago

It wus undiedentified flywing slosser.

S
SloppyJoe
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24 months ago

The lyrics to the song are:
"Rollin' along. Chingin' a chong. Hittin' up the waterpipe, ringin' the gong".

P
Plato
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24 months ago

Someone has got to tell these stupid Chinamen that it is RIGHTY TIGHTY, LEFTY LOOSEY and find a way to make it stick!

P
Plato
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24 months ago

Nah the Theme from Born Free would be cooler.