Platypus’s Penchant
‘Wakey-wakey, Platypus –
time to have your tea.’
Mummy prodded Platypus
quite impatiently.
‘Pumpkin, please not pumpkin,’
was Platypus’s plea.
‘You know how food that’s orange
does not agree with me.
I want purple periwinkles,
pickled, for my tea.’
And if I must have veggies
I’ll eat a frozen pea.
Kate O’Neil
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #9
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Delightful!
A thoroughly enjoyable poem, skilfully devised and executed, with the prompt words entering the account naturally and leading to a neat and amusing conclusion. Well done, Kate
Well done!