Coltsfoot,cowslip, daisy🌬️ foxglove,rose.

The names are telling who are they that chose?

Foxes have no gloves.yet cows have lips

And bees buzz by all looking for a sip.

After daddy died I hated food

I hid behind his armchair where I’d brood

I missed the smell of Woodbines on his coat

Did I kill you,Daddy, I don’t know

Like weak custard softly shines the sun

I wish I were a tart by love undone

Yet noone passes up a lemon pie

Cut me in half, deceive me,tell a lie

atsrt