
In the far under kingdom of Peat,
Annelida of the turf advance unit,
Wormed her way in the grottoes,
To fend off the army of Antophicloes,
Threatening to devour the tomatoes.
She dons her invertebrate armor,
Sheaths her sword named tuber.
And, rallies her Eastern troops into rows,
Under the ripen vines of tomatoes.
With skills unmatched in wormdom,
The ant-lopers chased from the kingdom.
Victorious, Annelida and team return east,
To an earth-moving humus of a feast.
What a war for a feast. Well written Suzzette
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So glad you enjoyed it Parneet. Yes perhaps a feast comes with toil and tilling from unlikely underground places 🥕🥬🌱🍀🍒
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Oh my goodness Suzette. This is absolutely delightful through and through. I sense a garden in you. 😍🙏💚🔆🌻
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Hello Lia, so glad you enjoyed the goings on in the garden. You are a kind soul of generous spirit. Happy day to you. Thank you🌻☀️🌱🥬🌽🥕🍑
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Lovely and fun.
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Happy you enjoyed the poem Pene. The garden, as you know is a busy place. Blessings🍅💖
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Very nice word play with this one!
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Thank you Liz.. Your comments are astute and thoughtful. I truly appreciate it. Blessings.
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You’re most welcome, Suzanne.
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Hi!
La description de la lutte pour la vie…
Très joli poème.
Be safe.
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Votre évaluation très précise, merci. Blessings.
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