Swelling in the dung
Am growing Willie chillies
Among the daffs and lilies,
With the tulips and the crocus
And simply must stay focused!
It’s pleasurable meanwhile
With a fruit of a touch penile;
But must watch my finger tips
On garden sticks with little pricks!
Growing with the other vegetables
With neatly written labels
All printed in smart italic
With the veg that is quite phallic.
I’ve grown them from seed
With the onions and the Swede
In the midst of grass and reed -
A rude looking kind of breed!
I’m having a little fun
Growing ding dongs in the sun;
They’ve only just begun
Getting swollen in the dung.
They are an organ shape
But taste nice in moose and cake
And chocolate I might add!
Before they mould and just go bad.
I wonder why they’re hot
Tho their name suggests they’re not?
As they burn my tongue and lips,
Wish I’d stuck with fish and chips!
My neighbour has misguided
Between the real thing and a hybrid!
I hope to see you in the spring
And enjoy a little fling.....
Inspired by Jenny
11th April 2014
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