were the dresses that they wore
when the Sharp-Toothed Lion
came knocking at the door.
You see he wasn't feeling right,
What it was he couldn't say,
It began early in the morning
between 6 and 7 that very day.
He'd heard these Dazzling Beauties,
the faeries of the hill
could help to ease his troubled tum
without the use of pills.
He saw them floating downwards,
their wings tucked in for now
as they had their parachutes
to help them to the ground.
He put away his sharp teeth
tucked his claws in, too
as when seeking faerie help
this is the polite and proper thing to do.
They gave him tender young leaves
older, tougher, too
The young ones in a salad
the older in a stew.
Of the roots,
They dried, pounded, powdered
boiled, sliced and fried
Some he took internally
a little applied outside.
Though he didn’t care for sliced roots
boiled, fried or raw,
He didn’t mind the tonic tea
It wasn’t bad at all.
Soon he felt his appetite
coming back quite swell
so he thanked the Dazzles very much
and left a gift as well.
The faerie clock closed up her arms
as now the day was late
The lion bounded out the door
As the faeries closed the gate.********************
Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall some of the properties,
also the plant's characteristics and looks.
If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.
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