SEEDS FOR DINNER
The other day while walking I swallowed an air-born seed,
There were hundreds in the air, see how the dragonflies feed,
But I am not a dragonfly, they should not go in my inside,
But it flew right in whilst I spoke, my fear I could not hide.

Will I have a pretty dandelion growing out of my ear?
Or even worse a tall tree! When will the roots appear?
Then along came another we both swallowed some,
This time inside the car, oh, what can now be done?

Then I thought to childhood days and the things I ate
And so far I have not come to some horrific fate.
It really is very hard not open your mouth for so long,
Either to breath, talk to someone, or sing a little song.

So I’ll try not to worry about air born seeds that I swallow,
But if something really bad happens to me and I then wallow
In pain and suffering, try and remember to shut you mouth,
It does not matter which way the wind blows, the worst is south.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 29, 2002