Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

short and sweet

by Victoria Kaye

Echinacea was a bitter little girl,
Her lip always curled-
Into a scowl or a growl,
A grump or a frump-
Or even a frumpy grump.
But it wasn’t her fault you see,
Her mother named her after a foul tasting tea. 

Added: 27.04.2011

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