I have just seen a vole
Sleeping in a tiny hole.
She was inside this purple lily.
No, please, don’t think me silly.
I just can’t find a word
to rhyme with iris.
What a mess!
The lines of poetry are becoming blurred.
What a sweet, heart-warming pic.
She looks so tiny and cosy.
It made me a happy chick.
I think I’ll call her Rosie.
Enough rhyme for one day,
My brain cells
Are getting tired.Prose is calling from my desk.