I once knew a bee that could sing
It worked for a queen and a king.
But they preferred honey
And paid it no money,
So now it sings backup for Sting.
The dandy wind pillows soft seeds,
That fly o’er the green grass and breeds.
A Winter of snow,
And springtime sun glow ~
He loves me he loves me not weeds.
A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
It was love at first sight
He'd found MrsRight
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'
It's my desire to grace a Pink Rose
Scented attraction, attracts my nose
Gardener man in me sees
Scents sensed so wonderfully
Natures stem to the Rose grows
There once was a thief from Chile
Who liked to drink milk with a lilly.
Well the judge was aghast
When examining his past,
But decided he was just silly.
Mothers are the best
They are like a test
They are very loving
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.
He came from a world they call shower
And he never knew of its power
For even the sun
Sensed when he was done
For it changed a son into flower
My bride and I on a pub crawl
Near a bar my brain can't recall
I'm thinking "thorned flower"
Which spot dear Rose sells the alcohol?
There's a mysterious lady here on The Soup
Mystic Rose is her name and here's the scoop
A neighbour of mine
This vision divine
Maybe we'll we meet one day over a bowl of soup
© Jack Ellison 2015
There’s a prickly old man who seemed lazy
Yet while loafing he pushed up a daisy
And said with some practice
He’d force up a cactus
Just to prove that the gods must be crazy
Spring is here, a great a reprise.
A gentle flower-scented breeze.
Robins sing in roundelay.
Flowers bloom in full array.
The buds are bursting on the trees!
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Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not out on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while
© Jack Ellison 2015
It's nice when you have your health
But when accompanied by some wealth
It's gooder than good
In all likelihood
Even better when flowers you doth smell-eth
Harold loved marigolds, his favourite flower
One day he ate some and they tasted quite sour
So that was the end
Of his passion, my friends
After that, only roses with carrots and cauliflower
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tulips have a very romantic connotation
One lip is fine but the second is for conversation
Well there's certainly another
No, not kissing your mother
Mean smooching and grabbing causes elation
I wish I had bionic eyes
Or binoculars so I could espy
My blond in the shower
Viewing her passionate flower
With long arms I'd gladly dry
She'd always pop back up in the Spring,
for her usual sunny warm fling,
winters slow thaw,
at deaths door,
that Spring dormant awaiting the King.
Repunzel’s high in the castle
With hair’s neat knots in a tassel
This sweet young flower
So blond in the tower
Is for beauticians a hassle
Hiding Behind A Hibiscus
Had been hiding behind a hibiscus
When we planned on being promiscuous
Can your imagine her big breasts
Looked just like two bird nests;
Did discover flower was deciduous.
Life isn't all roses, other kinds come to mind
But flowers are flowers doesn't matter the kind
Though some are stinky
All are pretty, me thinky
When added by a smacker on the bare behind
Flower Growth Impedes
Cold weather flower growth always impedes;
Wait until spring and then plant flower seeds;
Do take care of,
With much love;
Greed's we have for beauty meets our needs
Here I sit
Pondering why, oh, why
Shan't I leap up
Give in to my impulses
Set my feet running
And travel the world.
I know it would be stunning
To spend my life
Could See A Crocus
Finally found my picture appearing in focus;
What I appeared to be seeing was a crocus;
We took a tour;
Flower for sure
Did disappear after being eaten by a locust.
A lady named Rosie liked posies,
They always smelled good to folks' nose-ies.
She filled up her house
til one day her spouse
said Rosie's dang posies must go-sies.
Believe it or not, I was a wall-flower when I was young
Look at me now, noted for much doo-doo I do flung
But I'm still a gentle soul
A yummy casserole
Of brawn and mushy stuff, it's my mother tongue