Funny Poem ©2018 George Kirk
Illustration ©2018 Laurence Anholt
Anholt's Artists, Frances Lincoln Ltd
My son's flowers are sun flowers...
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
He grew them all from seed,
Tucked them deep into the earth,
Provided all they need.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They raced towards the sky,
Grew out green and leafy hands
High fived as he walked by.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
Their petals soon unfurled,
Into the shy and youthful dawn
Of a bright and hopeful world.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They stood with pride and grace,
Then turned their newly opened blooms
To his wide and open face.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They’ve known him from the start,
He fed their roots, he fed their stems
And now they feed his heart.
Are sun flowers
He grew them all from seed,
Tucked them deep into the earth,
Provided all they need.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They raced towards the sky,
Grew out green and leafy hands
High fived as he walked by.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
Their petals soon unfurled,
Into the shy and youthful dawn
Of a bright and hopeful world.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They stood with pride and grace,
Then turned their newly opened blooms
To his wide and open face.
My son’s flowers
Are sun flowers
They’ve known him from the start,
He fed their roots, he fed their stems
And now they feed his heart.
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