6 result(s) for Mary’s Garden Limericks.
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Morning in Mary's Garden
In Mary's garden, the sun’s glow,
On dew-kissed leaves, it dances slow.
Each glimmer, a spark,
In the sweet morning arc,
As flowers awake in a row.
Whispers in Mary's Garden
In Mary's garden, bright butterflies play,
With colors that dance, in the sun's warm ray.
They flutter and glide,
On blossoms they ride,
Telling tales of the blooms in a magical way.
Mary's Garden Gold
In Mary's garden, a treasure so bold,
Compost piles whisper the secrets they hold.
With scraps that decay,
They nourish the day,
Turning waste into richness, pure as pure gold.
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Mary's Garden
In Mary’s bright garden, a sight,
Colors dance in the warm morning light.
Roses, violets in bloom,
Fill the air with sweet perfume,
A tapestry woven with delight.
Mary's Garden Buzz
In Mary's garden, the bees do play,
They buzz and dance through the bright bouquet.
With wings all aglow,
They flit to and fro,
Pollinating the blooms in a joyful display.
Mary's Garden Dance
In Mary’s garden, where blossoms stand,
The butterflies flit, so gentle and grand.
They shimmer and sway,
With the sun’s golden ray,
Answering nature's sweet, whispered command.
