next door is a daffodil going dotty
though standing up proper and haughty
the rabbit who rocks it
soon learns that it’s toxic
the way it wiggles and winks remains naughty

Copyright 2026 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Did you know that daffodils are toxic to humans, animals and even surrounding plants? This is why you should wear gloves if you cut daffodil flowers. Early American settlers planted them, and patches are still thriving, marking the sites of vanished homesteads. Since nothing eats them, they last indefinitely, multiplying into dividing. William Wordsworth wrote about daffodils plentiful as stars, saying his “heart with pleasure fills, /And dances with the daffodils”, which he described as a “host, of golden daffodils” in his poem, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. Daffodils bloom jauntily each spring, and continue to inspire poets, like me, in Daffodalliance and Daffodowndilliest of Days.

Even Google AI writes limericks (although it’s missed the limerick’s snark and humor and the meter seems a bit flat – but you be the judge):

Bright yellow daffodils in spring,
Will make a weary poet sing.
They dance in the breeze,
Beneath the tall trees,
A welcome and wonderful thing!

Do you like limericks? Some people are naturals at them. For me, they are a struggle.