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
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Squealing with laughter.
Your verses always brings smiles. Thank you.
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esp the limerick
Love all three! And the third made me chuckle out loud! 🙂