Naughty Muse
Weeds grow
Weeds grow
Without rhyme
Or reason
So does my verse.
Catchy, chatty,
Uncontrollable
Words
Escape into the woods
And become the bush
I presume.
I am sorry;
I cannot
Stop this
Exodus.
any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........