Pollenated Poem by Steve Howard

Pollenated



Spring has sprung, the pollen flung.
That's how natures garden grows.
But I cannot see, for the life of me,
why nature would suppose,
that as she flings her flung about,
I'd need a garden up my nose.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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