don’t liken a lichen

don’t liken a lichen
to a room like a kitchen
unless stonehenge is a mere pile of stones
and don’t drop your scones
all over the lawns
if you think one should rhyme them with bones
the local-bred pheasant
is really quite pleasant
unless it’s fried chicken you’re after
but with hard tack and brandy
imitation is dandy
and grown women wobble with laughter