A Floral Pun-ishment

A man named Andrew had a shop,

And lots of people came his way,

In Dublin Town, his was the top,

Sold flowers nearly every day,

Working hard, he did impress,

With marketing and quality,

But then some monks saw his success,

And thought, like him, they all could be.

And so they did what he had shown,

(They had a slight advantage there,)

Cause they could grow all of their own,

And undercut his blossom share.

Within three months, the damage done,

Poor Andrew’s business almost gone,

He thought to cut his losses: run,

Had little hope to carry on.

But bad boy, Hughie, came on by,

Andrew engaged him on the spot,

To destroy the Monks’ stall and let fly

With herbicide to kill the lot.

That night, Hugh did his darksome deeds

And they proved most effective then,

The devastated monks did bleed,

And to their business said, “Amen.”

Then Andrew's Flowers reigned again,
And proved that when someone you hire,

To kill a business that’s your bane,

Only Hugh can Prevent Florist Friars.

If poetry you do enjoy,
And hope some more you now will find,
To grant your wishes, we'll employ,
And you can call us masterminds!
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Blossoms, or are they Blooms?
Dawn of Spatulas On Parade: Blossoms and Blooming

Light in the Darkness

The darkness doesn’t bother me at all,

Cause Christmas lights all go up in the Fall,

And drive away the darkness that has crept

Upon us in such tiny increments.

But after Christmas, darkness gets me down,

As decorations leave all over town,

Allowing night that has been held at bay,

To creep upon us, shortening each day.

So Husby, he of brain and heft and might,

He takes me with him when he seeks the light,

And for the very darkest part of year,

He somehow finds a place of sun and cheer.

So now I’m reading tales of cold and woe,

My children tell of shovelling the snow,

Sooo . . . Apologies to all of you, my troop,

But I’m sitting in the sun in Guadeloupe!

Each month our Karen challenges us,

To craft a po-em without muss or fuss.

So happily, we all put pen to page,

Trying to create a new ad-age!

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Darkness Calls Me           

Dawn from Spatulas On Parade: Darkness

Lydia from Cluttered Genius: The Darkness Fades