The First Book I Wrote
Was all about flowers.
I chewed on my pencil
For hours and hours.
It wasn't easy to make it rhyme
but don't be too harsh,
I was only nine!
Now that I'm older
I waffle more
And get sentimental,
What a bore.
But when all's said and done,
Said the bee to his son,
Buzzing round hour after hour,
To make life complete
You just can't beat
That old Flower Power.
(and yes, it was the sixties!)
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RandomRomance in France on the first of May, a challenge a day in shorts and flash fiction . It's all about what makes you write, what's fun about it, where ideas come from and take you . Follow the prompts and have a go. I was really surprised at what I...
