I have a Brazilian

I have a Brazilian.
It’s not what you think;
I’m happy to be hairy –
though I do keep it neat.
Beach ready?
I don’t need a shaven haven
to determine that.
My Brazilian is in the form
of a regular here.
One who’s shown up on my stats
throughout the year.
I’d like to say a big thank you –
for taking interest in my scribbleydoo –
I just don’t know who you are,
but you’re in third place so far!
It would be nice if once or twice
you said ‘hello’ in order to show
your identity. 🙂
Before I go
I’d just like to say –
Obrigada / Obrigado
Life goes on, brah!
La la how the life goes on


Cellophane Flowers

I am the wallflower
Goo goo ka joob
But I’m quite certain that’s not its correct Latin name
(Erysimum cheiri)

Here comes the sunflower
Do do do do
It’s alright.
Again, whilst it has a certain ring to it, it’s not quite right
But it is much easier to say than
Helianthus annuus

Dear primrose
Won’t you come out to play?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
(Here’s where I get nerdy)
Aeolic βρόδον wródon
Wordy words from the Persian ‘wurdi’
Flying out like endless rain into a buttercup
Which, if i may say, is far more aesthetically sounding
than ranunculus

Perhaps I’ll stick to cellophane flowers in an Octopus’s Garden

Jai. Guru. Deva.