(Poem 87 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Toads have their stools
Lions have their manes
Kings have their trumpets
They all love the rains

Jiminy have their crickets
Puffs have their balls
Hogs have their hedges
They’re cute as baby dolls

Buttons have their shirts
Oysters have their shells
Beeches have their waves
They’re in all witches’ spells

Blushers have their crushes
Chickens have their woods
Fairies have their rings
They grow in all the hoods

Dryad’s have their saddles
Jew’s have their ears
Caps have their inks
They play on all our fears

Georges have their saints
Deer have their shields
Oxen have their tongues
They give life to our fields

@Home Studio – 87^th poem of the year