Brood over me

[Twota]

Brood over me with a lump of sugar
Between your Babbity Rabbity teeth.
And pour your coffee into the saucer--
And not the cup. Blow your lungs, sip lips--and
Nose--and spill most of it anyway. Then tell,
Loud and proud, how this--shall always be your way.

Kneel near a stump, cry over years of green
That shall never be, take a picture, write
An elegy--with a reference to me.
Make it your favorite spot to sit down
And read--of unsung heroes, witches, and
Cackling half trees.

[tailor STATELY]

Very effective. Enjoyed the tone
and language.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[prendrelemick]

I Like the first verse and I like the the second verse. But I couldn't discover the story that links them.

[Delta40]

Great Imagery and 'cry over years of green that shall never be' is fantastic Twota. Your writing is a lot richer.