POEMS FROM THE GARDEN

sit in your garden. feel the grass in your toes. the bees buzz by. thoughts cease. from here, poetry flows


Bumblebee

23rd May 2024


The London Bee didn't know
that he wasn't a normal bee.
He likes oat milk in his coffee
and his flowers smell like wee.

He's nothin' like a bee from Leigh
who fancies himself a drinker o tea,
whilst sniffin' on a sweet pea.
London Bee O London Bee
Never will you ever be
a normal honey-sucker bee.

Sluggin'

23rd May 2024


Dear Slug
Nothin' personal,
Never seen a body like
That before
So wet
Not in a good way
No offence

Im tryin'
Baby I said I'm tryin'
To love all these
Creatures yes I am
But I don't got no love
For no
slimy
slug