Vowels
As green and sweet smelling as freshly cut grass
out in a meadow in May
Comes a tall little angel, bold as can be
Striding out with a canter, comes A
Following, galloping, alone and in pairs
But always eager to please
Red as fine poppies, perfumed as the rose
We smile and welcome the Es
In search of a buddy, but brave when alone
And blue as a clear summer sky
A whiff of pine tiptoes over the hill
Let's welcome the capital I
Rotund as a donut, with aromas of fruit
He's the roundest chappy I know
There's an air of surprise as he links with a mate
Glowing orange with honour is O
Purple with purpose, strutting into the scene
With the scent of a hearty stew
Turning a corner, bucking the trend
Curved like a magnet, the U
David Lindsay
Mon 12th Sep 2016 21:20
Thanks Harry ?