Daisies kissed by fairies,

pink lipstick petals pout,

little girl’s tiaras,

chains, lambs tails, about.

 

Buttercups stars shimmer,

spreading love and peace,

a golden, gay, glimmer,

graces chins beneath.

 

Forget me not – shy,

skirts the edge of the lawn,

coy, courting compassion,

for those whom we mourn.

 

The dandelions ire!

He’s banished from beds,

his anger like fireworks,

explode in his heads!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© The Dandelion Ballad 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm