On chalk or sand
\nIt sinks its roots
\nThe taste of salt
\nIt feels and needs
\nIts stems will thicken
\nAnd branch and grasp
\nA pale green hair strewn
\nMalodorous ask<\/p>\n
Culpeper talked of Saturn’s
\nFolly
\nFrom Now its flowers
\nA funnel forming
\nA darkly yellow maybe so
\nAnd an undistinguished purple
\nPendulous for those who know<\/p>\n
Hog and bean believing clearly
\nThe hog can eat the plant with ease
\nSome say fowl must never try to
\nFor they may end up on their knees
\nWhat is firmly a narcotic
\nSleeping is apparently
\nLikely to be so much deeper
\nThan felt from normality<\/p>\n
Poisoned by the threat of darkness
\nAn antidote is maybe seen
\nThe crayfish holds a true elixir
\nTo save the hog from mortal mean
\nJaw tooth sees the husk a shapen
\nThe doctrine of the signatures
\nProving it will banish tooth ache
\nAnd other sacred overtures<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On chalk or sand It sinks its roots The taste of salt It feels and needs Its stems will thicken And branch and grasp A pale green hair strewn Malodorous ask Culpeper talked of Saturn’s Folly From Now its flowers … Continue reading