John Fenn Poet Light Verse

Mushroom

Mushrooms are quite peculiar things
They live in damp dark places
The ones round here are awfully *****
They make you see strange faces
Colours grow and ebb and flow
Whilst your body floats on air
You feel as if your paralysed 
And you couldn’t really care
The things you’ll see are a mystery
Beasts in every kind of hue
Take my advice, avoid these things
No matter what you do
But if one day you find yourself
Just aching to consume
Remember all that you’ve been told
And prepare to meet your doom

© John W Fenn  08-05-2009

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 29, 2009 at 12:50 PM Good afternoon John and thank you for writing and sharing with us today. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick August 29, 2009 at 12:33 PM They are not all edible so they say. I don't take a chance and try to gather wild ones. Of course, some people do the drug thing with mushrooms. Several years ago so teens nearly died in a town close to here from doing something with some wild mushrooms. Nicely written advice for all who will listen. Keep writing. Sara