Peas by Lorna Crozier
Yes I have just discovered her, so here's another poem that made me smile: Peas Lorna Crozier Peas never liked any of it. They make you suffer for the sweet burst of green in the mouth. Remember the hours of shelling on the front steps, the ping
Radishes by Lorna Crozier
Radish and goat's cheese. I am wondering if they will taste good together. Radishes Lorna Crozier Radishes flip their skirts in the wind like a line of chorus girls throw them over their heads. If they were singers they’d be the Andrews sisters. If they had jobs they’d be