My Love is Like ….or Metaphors, be damned


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!

a scarecrows tale

Away, ye fiends of fleathered shade!
The scarecrow snorted and sneezed.
All hail the man, all strawed and hayed,
Who dreams of heroical deeds!

Away, ye darts and drap of drear!
Away, ye fists and windscum!
Away, ye handless menaced fear!
Away, ye cornhearted ravendrum!

The corn is cobbled and kebbled too-
Shucks, dry and exhortated.
Best yet for crows who fuss and flew
Up the chimney transportated.

The bawkish caws from cornfilled gums
Where bracken blith and bumbled,
Gave nought but minus instead of sums
And left squired scarecrow rookly humbled.

*** a bit of nonsense for Tony’s MTB prompt for dVerse.