There’s a blossom on my bottom
where a caterpillar kissed me;
and another on my shoulder
from a spider-bite blushed pink-y.

These bugs, they think I’m candy,
Look for nectar in my family;
Leave gingham prints upon my skin
And phantoms in my belly!

Jeanne Poland

riddle#9 What is Poetry?

Buttercup Close-up

Buttercup Close-up

It’s the buttercup petals licking their lips;
The licorice candy and lemonade sips.

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