The Gentle Herb

The gentle herb, it molluscs me

In sensatory paws and whiskers

It does not fade it does not hurt

It comes with lines of wisdom and flirt-

Acious whispers of evil dead or gone

Without the loss of doubting ass-

Embly and western ideals of yearning

And hope.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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