Written for: The Twiglets #88 – “ivy draped”
In a quaint cottage draped in ivy
An old woman sipped mint ice tea,
freshly brewed, mint from her garden.
She did not have to beg anyone’s pardon
for adding her own distilled moonshine,
better, she thought, than expensive wine.
drape me in ivy
but do not climb me
There once was a woman named Ivy
who wore her hair up quite beehive-y
a robin red breast
thought it was a nest
and she found blue eggs in her hair hatched and lively