Some may think it's quaint to faint.
They can't see the haint
With the paint of a saint
Tossing bait
To an unsuspecting mate
Who will find the taint
A little too late.
A mix of thoughts, experiences, flash fiction, poetry and humor of Ann Bennett.
Fleabain False Foxglove Mullein which was imported to North America for medicinal purposes. Mullein up close Passion flower Spiderwort I ask...
Yikes! Nobody likes the taint, do they? I like how you managed to rhyme everything--that took some thought!
ReplyDeleteLove this quaint poem Ann-well done:-)
ReplyDeleteAint getting no complaint from this cyber acquaint-
ReplyDeleteance.
Cute!
I think I may faint!
DeleteI can't top Kymm's comment :)
ReplyDeleteNice rhyming!
I know, Kymm is dangerous with a rhyme.
DeleteThis is fun to read aloud.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are a northerner using a fake southern accent. That would emote the depth of this ditty. lol
DeleteHands down winner of rhyming this week;)
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