New skin rubbed all over with baby powder buff.
The scent of an infant, stinky or welcoming.
An exercise of limbs, to pull over or slide on suit.
There are onesies and ruffly dresses, to suit.
A darling curl with brush, freshening cloths to face buff.
In comes the waiting grandmas and aunts, welcoming.
Balloons and banners, mom and dad welcoming.
Now, entwines around her finger; the pur -suit.
The newborn, in initial phase, a bottle buff.
Darling arrived in the buff, welcoming world in her birthday suit.
Victorian owl did not mean to be prissy
She did not get along with people including her sissy
She had a snake, but it was touchy and hissy
Had a man too, but he was not good at the kissy
Victorian owl soon cut her man loose, for good
He flew out to the boats, past the barn of red wood
I don’t miss him, she told herself, for truly, who could?
She was ruffly and fussy, with a feathery hood
toilet seat cover of ruffly fluffy pink
she wore it on her head, my grandma Link
danced around the hallway, bragged about zinc
said, “this cover is as soft as a corn-fed mink!”
No one else in the old folk’s home gave a blink
even though she looked a tad rinky-dink
nurses said they were writing this in her chart in ink
I don’t care, she said, giving me a sassy saucy wink.
Ruffly and pretty
in the colors of warm bliss
Windblown and silly.
Young, and with life, so giddy
Walled garden in the city.
A clear-beaded mousie
with a pointy black nose,
twitchable beaded tail,
and ruffly yellow clothes.
The tail can tilt her head--
she nods without a squeak!
Quiet little church mouse,
I bought from a boutique.
(True story!)
Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern,
does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern?
Lilly pads, flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs.
Monet’s favorite plant at his Giverny bog.
Orchid. This word becomes a lyric in a beautiful song.
A flower that is elegant, tranquil, and calm.
Wisteria emanates from little pea shaped blooms,
giving us a lavender, lovely perfume.
Echinacea, “Gazuntite”
A cousin to the daisy, whose name sounds like a sneeze.
Lovely on a table with a crumpet and some tea.
Rhododendrons, so large, pink and scarlet.
A shrub so thick and quite exotic.
Snapdragons are not dangerous at all, they often bloom right into fall.
Those ruffly, curly, open leaves, beg " Come in for lunch, honey bees"
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