Floral Song
Primrose would forget-me-not
but said she could not tolerate
the Wisterical thorny rasping
of her Mother in Law’s Tongue
and constant Bleeding Heart,
so she climbed Jacob’s Ladder
to search for Golden Rods
in Silver Vases. She drank
the Purple Fountain Grass
and curled up for the night
amidst the Sleeping Plant
until the peal of Coral Bells
revived the Morning Glory
that sung a Dawn Cascade.
~Coral~
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