Confessions of a serial mower - another ode
Its mighty confusing now we all have real names.
Now Sally is Sally, and Jane is a Jane,
But Blossom's not Blossom, am I going insane.
We all live in purpleland and my real name's
that colour.
And up at the big house, there also another!
Some folks are mice, and thats really nice.
Some girls are flowers and they hold the power.
We have men in our midst, all strong and forgiving
Whoever we are, we promote country living!
6 comments:
lovley photo i like the poem to what a wonder full home you live nice to see lovley pitcures to a name x jep x
Thanks Julie - we are on an exposed hill and it can be and look really miserable on a windy cold east anglian day I can tell you - xx
Lovely verses Mousie - you are a many-talented Mousie!
Your fellas are gorgeous in the little red car! My Great Dane has the carcass of a TR (ca 1957) in the garage. He goes out to play with it every now and again, but we are LONG way from sitting in it in the drive, let alone going for a ride!
Great verses!! Very funny!
Excellent Mousie - have a wonderful pink day with the Heiress tomorrow! xx
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