Friday, 27 January 2017

Tuscan Kale

A poem from 2016
Dancing white butterflies
Whispering on the wind
Pretty display to make the heart merry


But they laid their eggs on my Tuscan Kale
And when I came back off holiday
Green caterpillars had eaten their fill
Holey leaves their greeting


So days on end I checked and squashed
Till I'd killed the little blighters

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