My Love is Like ….or Metaphors, be damned

rosebud

My love is like a red, red nose
That drips in the month of May.
(Well, now that is not attractive.)

My love is like a green garden hose.
(What the heck!)

My love is like a man that hoes
the long, hard row
to Tipperary.
(Good grief, where did that come from?)

My love is like a Reb that rows-
(Well, he is from North Carolina but he hates the water.)

(For Heavens sake!)

My love is like a man that arose
To hoe the garden, row by row,
Cultivating the greenest spring,
To wreath the head of his May Queen
With rose on rose on rose on rose.

**** This bit of nonsense is for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse MTB. Happy May Day!

14 thoughts on “My Love is Like ….or Metaphors, be damned

  1. a very good poem for 2nd day of May/so very cute/keep the poetry coming as look forward to ea dat to see poem for the day

  2. Kathleen I enjoyed your theme and dive into the prompt ~ had me smiling from rose to rose to rose! Well done!

  3. Happy May Day to you too, Kathleen. I enjoyed your take on this prompt. Between roses and hoses you had me coming and going, and I loved every line!

  4. And gosh, yes, what lovely nonsense it is; imaginative use of duplicity with the voices, adding to the fun. I dig your tough row to hoe; this piece leaves me smiling; thanks for your stop by at my site & the lovely comment.

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