Thought I write a little bit about the use of garlic. I wanted to be a little less serious in my poetry on a relaxing Sunday evening. And I had this lovely picture I took of a market selling wonderful garlic.
Let’s start with a limerick, and what better use of garlic is there than as protection.
There once was a nobleman Vlad
For cruelty famous, this lad
His garlic dislike
And using a pike
Was nailed to a coffin, we’re glad
From that to breath:
The foulest breath you have today
A chewing gum might add some mint
But garlic acts as love’s dismay
Unless you share, just take my hint
Yes, garlic must be shared, those left without will shun the smell of garlic.
Finally a little haiku
called a stinking rose
flower of love between us
shared at dinner
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October 11, 2012
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Liking you wit here and a poem about Vlad the impaler -cool
Thank you Bruce, writing limericks is one of the more trickier form of poetry I think. but of course Vlad the impaler needs a verse.
good ones!
Oh wonderful garlic
you break the heart
while you fill the belly
love rarely starts
with breath so smelly
Love it.. But I had a rhyme on starts that would make love even less likely.. 🙂
must we both admit, on garlic, poetry stinks ? ( smile )
I somehow missed this one!! Poor stinking Vlad!! Well done
Poor Vlad is the historic person behind Dracula. Vlad the impaler
Funny.