Put your petal to the medal,
now you’ve tasted two worms.
You are a fettle of fine fella,
bleached with geeky-clean squirms.
A wolf in cheap clothing,
you’ve tuttered your boast.
The very pineapple of politeness,
the wiggest binner at the parading toast.
Shared with dVerse Quadrille – petal. My mind works in odd ways sometimes. Just say ‘no’ to autumn poems this year!
