“happy as grass”

Written for:  The Twiglets #231 - "happy as grass"

I'm happy as grass
that never gets cut.

He was only happy
when smoking grass;
he was always happy.

i will be happy
little girl tells her mom
when I grow like grass

        Little girl who was poorly behaved
        was on picnic with others her age.
              When time came to leave
               she started to scream
   'I'm staying on grass,' 'til snake bit her on the ass.


About purplepeninportland

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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4 Responses to “happy as grass”

  1. Misky says:

    LOL! Cute limerick ❤️


  2. Jules says:

    Always full to read your interpretations. Always happy… could be a problem if one never learns anything. And yep I remember thinking that my children were growing like weeds and unmown grass. As for the limerick 😉


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